A/N: This is in Magnus' point of view, and his thoughts are italicized. Thank you for the reviews! I have read them and I will take all future reviews into consideration for this fanfiction. I expect this fanfiction will have 5 or 6 chapters. Until then, I hope you enjoy, my fellow shadowhunters!
Beep! Beep! Beep! Magnus' alarm clock screeched. His hand reached over to hit the snooze button. The clock wouldn't turn off. Magnus put his hand right above the alarm clock and a few blue wisps came out of his hand. It surrounded the alarm clock and the clock exploded. Magnus yawned and got up scratching his head.
"What a shame. I really liked that clock," Magnus muttered. Magnus looked across the room. What year is it? he thought. He tried to sit up, and his head hurt. He put up a hand to his head and began running his fingers through his dark hair. He yawned, and stared at his bed. He remembered how Alec would sleep in; the way the bed shaped around Alec. He covered his face with his hands.
"Alec made his choice," Magnus said sighing.
Earlier that year, Alec had visited Camille, Magnus' vampire ex-girlfriend. Alec had tried to learn how he could strip Magnus of his immortality. Magnus had been considering the option, but Alec had no right to go behind his back to Camille. That was unforgivable.. right? Magnus was confused. Over his lifespan, Magnus had had many lovers, but there was something about Alec that he couldn't shake. Something that made him stand out from the rest. Magnus picked up his phone on his nightstand. He fiddled with it, thinking. No, I won't call him. He should call first and explain why he would go to Camille without his permission. He turned it on, surprised to see that it said "One voicemail from Alec" on the screen. He unlocked the phone and listening to Alec's voice coming through the speakers. Magnus felt like he hadn't heard the voice in ages. Alec's voice made Magnus shiver with emotion. That voice was enough to break him over all these years. When it was over, Magnus sat on his bed staring at nothing. Without thinking, Magnus put on a fresh blue shirt with blue pants and ran over the New York Institute.