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CHAPTER SEVEN
Warehouse
New Jersey
8.55 P.M
Alec had never ever in his entire 19 years of life, felt this much pain. It was coursing through him, burning him and leaving a aching pit behind. He felt frail and old and he just wanted to slip away and not feel a thing.
Magnus was dead. He was gone. Just like that. And he couldn't bear it.
Magnus was the one thing that had made sense to him and made him so happy that he couldn't even tell. And now he didn't know what he was supposed to do or how he was even supposed to take the next breath.
He dimly felt someone kneel beside him, when did he kneel?, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I am so so sorry." He heard Damon speak. If it weren't for the grief drowning him he would have been surprised to hear such a gentle tone from the man. Huh. Death did surprising things to people, he thought with a small smirk.
He didn't want anyone else right now. He wanted his warlock's hand in his. He needed him here, with him. But he wasn't going to bet there anymore. The tears flowed harder.
"Alec." He heard Stefan say in an urgent whisper. He didn't even have the energy to respond to it, to respond to any of it. He wanted to slip away. He wanted to stop seeing Magnus, stop seeing his smile, his lips when they last kissed, his…
"Magnus"
Alec slowly with effort moved his head up and stared. And kept staring. At the figure walking slowly in front of him. Blue coat. Black pants. Glitter on his face. Magnus.
He was moving before he knew it. He ran and stumbled and kept going till he crashed hard with the man and grabbed him and pulled him in. He moved his arms around him and squeezed so hard that it felt like they were becoming one. In a way they were. He didn't even realize he was speaking till he heard his voice as if from a distance.
"Oh god. Magnus, you are here. Oh god." Alec knew he sounded pitiful but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the man currently in his arms.
"Alexander. Darling, it's okay. I am here. I am here." He heard his beautiful voice in his ears assuring him of his presence. Alec moved his head in the crook of his shoulder and rested there. It was heavenly. He let Magnus's smell surround him, absorb him. He never wanted to let go.
"Honey, I would love to stay like for the next billion years, but I probably shouldn't cause it hurts like hell." Magnus said with a breathy albeit pained voice.
Alec moved back but stayed within his arms. "Oh shit. I am sorry. Where are you hurt? How bad is it? Show me."
"It's not that bad. It's okay." Magnus reassured him with a smile.
Alec had thought he would never see that smile again. Tears welled up his eyes again. But this time anger accompanied it.
"You jerk! You useless selfish bastard!" Alec erupted punching him in the arm. "How could you do that to me? Why?"
"I am sorry Alexander. I had to. I can't lose you." Magnus murmured.
"You think I can? You have no idea how much it hurt, how awful I felt when I thought you were dead!"
"I am sorry."
"Don't you ever do it again. Ever. I swear to the angel, I will bring you back and kill you again if you ever pull a stunt like that." Alec said vehemently.
"Okay." Magnus said with a slight smile.
"Why are you smiling?" Alec said suspiciously.
"Nothing. Just seeing how much you love me."
"Of course I do, you idiot."
"I know. I do too. So much." Magnus said smiling.
"You are hopeless. Now kiss me."
"Yes sir."
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