A/N: Hey guys! Yeah I know I disappeared for a while. I read CoHF and I knew I would have a really hard time trying to get this story to go along with the canon plot line so I changed this story to complete and I decided that I wouldn't continue with it. A few days after, I was working on what I thought would be a oneshot but ended up being what would become chapter 8 of this story. It will no longer follow the exact plot line of CoHF but I hope you guys still like it.

I don't exactly know what happened with this chapter. It's been a while and it's also 1:30 in the morning where I am so Alec and Magnus might have came out a little ooc.

And with this long author's note, I give you chapter 7:


Magnus was the one to break away and Alec beat down the feeling of loss that tried to spread through his chest.

For a second there, it had seemed like Magnus still cared about him. Actually for more than a second. Ever since he had seen Magnus earlier today, there had been gestures, words, and facial expressions that pointed toward him still caring for Alec.

The younger boy didn't want to get his hopes up though. Magnus was- Magnus. He was always unpredictable and extremely good at acting. He could treat someone that he hated as if they were the best of friends or give someone that he was in love with the cold shoulder.

Like he had been doing with Alec until he suddenly showed up at the institute, kissed him and then left again.

Alec had no clue what to make of him. In the past he had been able to more or less know what was going through his head, read his emotions, notice the way his eyebrow quirked up when he felt one way or the way his lips slightly curved downward on the right side when he felt another. But right now...Magnus was still the same, yet completely different.

He was decked out in full makeup, tight clothing and lots of glitter. He looked indifferent and unaffected in every way that Alec himself wasn't.

"Do you want something to drink?" Magnus asked, breaking the silence, not awkwardly because nothing about Magnus was awkward.

Alec, on the other hand was having a hard time keeping himself composed, struggling to beat back a blush and a stutter, all while trying to mimic some of Magnus' effortless conversation skills, "Um-Magnus, it's fine, really, if you have somewhere else to be. I don't want to keep you or anything."

Magnus brushed him off with a wave of his hand and walked toward the kitchen.

"I am quite literally all dressed up with no where to go. I wasn't trying to be charming when I said that I had no where to be but here, I meant it literally." Magnus said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You can sit if you want, I don't mind."

Alec settled on the edge of a long cheetah print couch. Magnus had given him permission to sit but he had never fully felt comfortable around the high warlock's loft. It wasn't that Magnus ever made him feel unwelcome, Alec just didn't want to come across as being too intrusive or like he was taking advantage.

Magnus returned to the room with two steaming mugs of what smelled like coffee.

He placed one in front of Alec and plopped down on the couch cushion next to where the boy was perched.

Magnus didn't say anything as he raised the cup to his perfect thin lips and drank, his golden green eyes staring at Alec over the rim.

Alec leaned down and picked up his own mug. At first he just held it in his hands, trying to absorb the warmth, but he eventually raised his mug too, bringing it to his own lips.

It was his favorite: black with sugar.

Alec knew it had not had been a long time, even though it felt differently in his heart, since they had last been together as a couple but he still felt a flutter in his chest at the fact that Magnus had remembered the exact way he took his coffee.

Magnus' coffee preference was one of the few things that Alec had gotten out of Magnus himself. The warlock's cup was more cream and sugar with a dash of coffee, rather than the other way around, when he was done making it.

Alec remembered how one time, Magnus had made him try it and how it had overwhelmed his taste buds. He had been so surprised that he practically started choking and Magnus had laughed at him, rubbing his back until he finally managed to control himself.

He smiled suddenly at the memory and tried to hide it in the mug.

Looking back up at Magnus he saw that he wasn't very successful. The warlock was looking at him with a look of slight perplexion but continued to not say anything.

Alec found it extremely unnerving to have Magnus just sitting there staring at him. He didn't know what the older man wanted from him. There was so much that needed to be said that just...wasn't. Alec had poured his heart out time and time again, when they were together and even after the breakup and he still hadn't had gotten anything back from the other man.

In fact, looking back, Alec realized that besides the expressions that had slipped past Magnus' perfectly constructed mask, the warlock had barely said anything today. Alec had let himself get overwhelmed by his emotions, again, and it slipped past him.

It had slipped past him time and time again.

Yes, he knew what he had done with Camille was wrong and that it wasn't the best way to go about things, but at the time it had seemed like the only thing he could do. The fact that he had basically laid his whole self bare at the warlock's feet and had gotten nothing in return surely was disheartening. Even though everyone believed that Alec had went to her over and over again to figure out a way to take away Magnus' immortality, the real reason was that she had given him answers that Magnus was not willing to.

Before, Alec had sat down he had thought that it was Magnus who had changed but maybe it was really himself. Maybe he was finally just starting to realize how little he knew about the man he loved.

He couldn't take the silence anymore, he put his mug on the table and asked, "What are we doing Magnus?"

The man in question also placed his mug on the table. With only a couch cushion between them, and not enough coffee in the world to distract them, they suddenly felt way too close and yet not close enough. There was a level of intimacy and intensity between them that couldn't be helped.

"I don't-exactly know. But what I do know is that even though we aren't together anymore, it doesn't mean we can't act civilly around each other. Right?"

"Civil? Yeah. You'd know all about that wouldn't you?" He snapped sarcastically.

He had tried to keep his composure but he just couldn't. Magnus wanted them to be civil? Alec had tried acting civil. It was Magnus who wouldn't even pick up his phone to send Alec a simple text saying he had received all of the messages.

He knew his voice came out harsher than he intended when he saw Magnus flinch slightly. He knew that his anger had flared up seemingly out of nowhere but once it appeared, it was very hard to get control of it again.

All the feelings that he had suppressed, all the frustration that he had hidden and covered with guilt and self hate because it was his fault, came rushing in and built up until he felt like he was going to explode.

"Alexander-" Magnus started but Alec was quick to cut him off.

"Don't. Don't 'Alexander' me. Don't try to act as if I haven't been trying to reach out to you and be civil. I know that I messed up, I know that I should have went about things differently but goddammit, stop trying to act as if I am the only one at fault here." His eyes burned with unshed angry tears.

He hated this. He hated that he was here yelling at the man that he loved. He hated that Magnus would barely tell him anything about himself. He hated the fact that they were no longer together. He was angry and hurt and sad and confused and he had no idea what to do with himself.

Magnus got up from his spot on the couch and moved so that he was hovering over Alec. He leaned in so that there was only a few inches between their faces and placed one of his hands on Alec's cheeks. The boy had no where to look but into the too bright cat eyes.

"You think that I don't know I'm also at fault here?" Magnus started, "That I don't know I practically drove you Camille? Alec, I do. I don't think you understand how much I do. I've been ignoring you because I just can't do this anymore. We can't do this anymore. It wasn't working and it never can. I'll always be immortal and I don't know of a way to make you the same so in order to save ourselves some pain-"

"Stop. Please stop." Alec turned his face away, closing his eyes. "You've already broken up with me once. I don't think you need to do it again."

Alec felt Magnus' forehead against his temple and long fingered hands on both of his sides. For once he didn't want the older man's touch.

Alec didn't know what was better: staying at home sulking, his only happiness being his unrealistic daydreams or actually being in Magnus' presence and having to deal with being broken up with for a second time.

He shouldn't have come.

"Alec-" Magnus breathes against his skin.

"Please-" Alec's voice comes out even smaller than Magnus'.

"You got your chance to speak, now let me. I was warring with myself over whether or not I should do this, but after today I...I want to."

Alec wanted to question him but held his tongue.

There was the sound of Magnus snapping his fingers and then Magnus was taking his hand and placing something in it. When Alec closed his fist around it, it felt like paper.

"I need you to do something for me. Firstly, I need you to go home and read that. Secondly, I need to know your reaction. Text it to me, call me, come back if you have to but I need to know."

"Why?" Alec asked, gripping the paper even tighter in his fist.

"You'll understand once you read it." Magnus replied before breaking all skin contact with the younger boy.

Alec turned his head back to look at the high warlock. His eyes were shining with another emotion that Alec couldn't read.

"You should go." Magnus instructed before he could say anything.

The boy got up from the couch and walked to the door, Magnus trailing behind him. With one last look, he was out of the loft and heading down the staircase.

When he was downstairs, instead of going through the door and taking the trek back to Manhattan, he decided to sit on the bottom step. After awkwardly stretching out his long legs in front of him, Alec finally looked down at the item that was currently clenched in his fist. He relaxed his slightly shaking hand to reveal some sheets of folded notebook paper (that might or might not have become crumpled because of him).

He glanced down at them in perplexity. What could possibly be so important about them?

He unfolded the packet and was greeted with the familiar, thin, and loopy handwriting that belonged to Magnus. Now Alec was really confused.

He read the first line and stopped dead in his tracks. It read:

Dear Alec,


A/N: So how was it?

When I originally planned this chapter it was just supposed to be awkward but it turned into...this. If there are any mistakes blame it on my crappy editing skills after the clock strikes 12.

As always reviews are welcome!