Disclaimers! Based off of the song Six Degrees of Separation by the script

Also MALEC and the world of the shadowhunters do not belong to me. That right is reserved by Cassandra Clare.


What's gonna kill you is the second part

365.24 days in a year.

52 weeks in a year.

7 days in a week.

24 hours in a day.

60 minutes in an hour.

And 60 seconds in a minute.

Who knows how many seconds are in a lifetime and who knows how you'll spend all of them, but all I know is that every second I'll be thinking of you…

How did that saying go again? Time heals all? Time makes the heart grow fonder?

Well in any case they were both true for Alec Lightwood.

He sat by the window of Taki's sipping his 3rd cup of coffee in the last hour. He looked outside the window not really paying attention to anything other than the people outside.

Alec watched a lot of people pass by, living in New York meant you saw a lot of people wherever you go. But the one person he wanted to see the most didn't pass by.

The only person he had been coming every day to look for.

It had been weeks, no months, since the day that Magnus broke up with him. He had to laugh at the thought that after all this time every little thing still reminded him of Magnus.

Anything glittery or sparkly reminded him of Magnus's one of a kind style. Every time Alec saw someone taller than him he had to look again just to make sure it wasn't him. When he saw someone with spiky hair he resisted the urge to touch it just to make sure it wasn't Magnus. Every time someone mentioned a party Alec couldn't help but show up only to end up hating himself for being so hopeful. Even looking into the eyes of his cat, Church, made his head hurt.

But Magnus never showed up. At every cafe, party, park or street Alec went too he just couldn't find him. Alec found homeless people, people with crazy talents, other downworlders, and demons but his warlock was always out of reach.

All the time that had already passed and Alec still wasted his time reminiscing about the good memories. What else could he do? If he couldn't find Magnus in the real world he'd just find him in him memories. A place where Alec knew he'd be.

Every kiss, every touch, and every word said between them. Everything they went through when they were together. Every good moment that made him feel alive, like he didn't need to hide who he was.

Every moment with Magnus, he remembered them all.

But of course with good memories came the bad ones, the ones where everything went wrong.

He replayed every bad memory in his head trying to figure out what he did wrong. What if he knew what would happen? What would he do or say to fix it, if he could have a second chance.

It was times like this that Alec wished shadowhunters could use magic, and then he really could try again.

Alec thought time would cure everything; it would help him get rid of the heaviness on his heart and the black cloud that seemed to follow him everywhere as a constant reminder of his worst memory.

No, time didn't help him at all. It only made it worse.

Alec watched the citizens of New York walk by him and smiled sadly.

"I guess the worst part isn't a broken heart. It's all that time you spend trying to put it back together."


Another short one-shot. Updated like I promised. Hope you liked it!