He was heartbroken. There was no other word for it. If he were to describe the feeling he felt, Alec would tell you that he was heartbroken. There was a weight on his chest, a weight that wouldn't go away. He could run for hours, as hard as he could, up and down the track. He could get drunk. He could fight off every monster in the world. But he couldn't, he wouldn't, get this strange weight off his chest.
And what was the weight, you ask?
Magnus.
It had been two days since Alec had spoken to Magnus. Two days since Magnus had left Alec with nothing but a kiss. And all because of Camille Bellecourt.
She had tricked him into thinking that she could change him. And then she had told him that wasn't possible. And then she tried to convince him to change Magnus. But the thing that hurt the worst was not the break up. It wasn't the goodbye kiss. It wasn't the last words that Magnus said to him. It was the fact that Alec had considered taking Magnus' immortality. And even if sometime in the far away future, Magnus forgave him, Alec would never forgive himself.
It had been two days. And now Alec was standing in the bathroom, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked in the mirror, stared at the blue eyes Magnus had complimented time after time. He held the smaller towel that had started out wrapped around his head, but had some how made it into his hands. It smelled like sandelwood.
It smelled like Magnus.
And that is why, four hours later, Isabelle found Alec in the bathroom, naked, holding that towel to his nose.
This is a little angst-y. But I like it. I am working on doing one for Magnus, and maybe a few more for Malec after that. I was depressed all over again after looking at the Malec tag on Tumblr, and this is what came to mind.
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