A/N- I'm not making Sebastian kidnap Alec. Isn't he scarred enough? Disowned by his parents, sent to straight therapy camp shit, sent to boot camp after his brother almost died, getting beaten up every day for a month, RAPED RAPED RAPED, nightmares about his rapist, his boyfriend getting beaten up by said rapist and friend, his dad slapped him in his face and called him a faggot, oh yeah and HE WAS RAPED. Ahem. I just think we should give him a break is all, I'm not that cruel… and, I'm not bringing Sebastian's (evil) character back. Well… I am but I'm not but it's really… he's just gonna… I can't exactly… Ah, let's just say that he'll be back but not really and probably not at all. I'm confusing myself.
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With Magnus' thirty-two relationships, and my amazing three, we both knew that every couple, no matter how in love or sexually involved or fucked up, will have their fair share of arguments. I'm sure every couple on the planet, whether it's the president and the first lady, or the average married couple, knows that arguments happen, sometimes too often or barely at all.

Like there are different couples, there are different arguments. You have your "How many times have I told you to take out the goddamn trash?" the small little scuffle that's an everyday thing. Arguments like that won't affect your relationship in the long-run, though one of you may end up sleeping on the couch, or on the floor, or in the garage. Petty arguments like these include "I don't want your mother to stay for the holidays" and "You're not pulling you weight in this household, blah, blah, blah go clean."

Then, of course, you've got the disagreements that are a bit bigger than just yelling about garbage. They're not too frequent, and if they are then you and your significant other need to communicate better. The subject of these disagreements is usually a repeating subject, one that you don't like to bring up but it's necessary to help your relationship move forward. If I could give you all an example, I would. But it's different for everyone.

And lastly you have the intense arguments, with screaming, crying, and possibly throwing things, where the two of you are bringing up things you promised never to speak of, all because of something one of you said. It's episodes like these that determine whether or not you stay together. I don't care who you are or what you've been through, you will scream at the person you love the most as some point in your life. But, if you can get through that, you can survive all of the other tiny disagreements in your life.

Now Magnus and I, we've only had two of the three arguments. There's the whole thing with my nightmares that we eventually pushed through, and the fact that he nearly killed me, but those weren't that bad. We'd never started bellowing at each other and pointing out all of the flaws that we claimed we loved. Yes, I'd raised my voice at him a few times, and he'd done the same, but we'd never… hollered or screamed. I had only cried once or twice, though it wasn't because of our arguing. And Magnus… he didn't cry. He wasn't the type of person to show weakness through tears; he was better at holding back his tears than I was. In the year that I'd known him, Magnus had only cried once, when he found me on the bathroom floor in Idris, chained up and in more pain than I could comprehend.

Like every couple, I knew we'd get there eventually, but I was almost positive we'd make it out alive, hugging, kissing, and wiping away each other's tears like we always did. We always made up after we fought, even if it was about Sebastian or therapy or something. As far as I knew, neither one of us had ever thought about breaking up.

That is, until the middle of fall, after a very uneventful Halloween due to what may or may not have been mono. It was the very beginning of November, right when it was starting to be cold and we were stuck in the rut we'd been in almost since we got out of Idris.

I guess my mind wasn't working completely that day, because I decided to say something annoying and whiny about my parents. Don't ask me why, but they had been coming up more and more in our conversations. I was confused about them, and if I wanted them in my life again.

"Alexander, maybe you should give them a chance," Magnus said quietly, surprising me. "You write them off as these terrible devils but I think they actually love you. It took them a while to do so, but they let you see Max and you even said that you and your mother spoke for a moment."

"You do realize what they did to me, right?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes," he said calmly. "You've only told me about it twenty times."

"You were implying that they actually care about me…"

"Because they do." He sighed. "You've got to try and let them in, just once. That'll help your relationship and your life, and I'm sure that will make things with Max easier-"

"Don't bring Max into this."

Immediately I knew where this was going, and yet I didn't do anything to cease the oncoming fight. I pulled anger from anything I could think of and let it take me over, telling him over and over again that my parents were out of the picture altogether.

"Listen, Alec," Magnus said, getting more irritated by the second. "Believe it or not, I've had parents before, and I know how they can be! There was a point where they were almost like yours…" He went on to tell me that it took them a while to get used to the idea of him being gay but I wasn't listening.

In retrospect, what I said next was completely out of character for me. I didn't poke fun at Magnus like he did me, nor was I as blatantly obvious as he could be with some things. He was blunt, like Jace and Izzy, getting right to the point when he had one. I wasn't being myself at all and was sick of hearing him telling me what to do with my life. I finally exploded.

"No, Magnus, you don't know!" I screamed at him suddenly. "Your parents are dead!"

Instantly, I regretted what I said, wishing that I could rewind and hold my tongue for once. The apartment became eerily quiet compared to the sound of us yelling at each other just moments before. Even Chairman Meow, who had taken refuge underneath the couch, was no longer mewing helplessly. But it was Magnus' face that really got me. His expression was one of complete disbelief. Not even hurt… just… blankness. I saw goose bumps rise on his neck and felt my anger melt away, only to be flared up by his next words.

His voice was quiet as he spoke. "You have the nerve to tell me that I don't know jack shit about parents?" The usual silky and suave voice I was used to turned rough when he was to the point of yelling. "You're one to talk Alec!"

It simply went downhill from there. I don't know why we were screaming at each other so much, but if I had to take a guess it would be because we had so much bottled up anger over things that had nothing to do with either one of us. I was mad about my parents and Sebastian and being an eighteen year old kid in no real college, trying to make a living with my boyfriend and his cat. Magnus was mad about nearly everything else- he was trying to make do with the sparse amount of money we had and could barely handle the rent, apparently he was sick and tired of trying to make sure I didn't 'fall apart at the seams' and was fed up with the way I was acting about my parents.

The topics seemed to go on and on; after a while I wasn't even sure why we had started fighting in the first place. Then the pointing fingers and flaws started.

"The reason why we don't have any money is because you spend it all on fucking clothes that you only wear one time!"

"That's not even true! I paid for your stupid online college shit!"

"Really? Because it's free!"

It just went on.

"You cannot possibly be mad at me for being fragile after all of the hell I've been through."

"It's. Been. Months. I know that's scarring, but think about what I've been through! We've both had rough pasts and now it's time to get over it!"

"That's bullshit Magnus, and you know it. You haven't been through half the things I have."

And on.

"I am not a rock, Alexander! I cannot keep you together and stay sane at the same time."

"Well why'd you wait till now to tell me that? You act like you don't have a care in the world so I figured you didn't."

"Then you don't know anything about me."

And, unfortunately, on.

"I cannot handle you anymore, Alexander! There's only so much one person can do."

"Would you quit calling me Alexander? And I didn't ask you to take care of me, I'm capable of doing so myself."

"Could've fooled me."

It took me much too long to realize how much we were screaming and how many things were so wrong. I felt alienated from my own boyfriend and I'll bet money he did too. We'd only known each other for just over a year… but I still felt like I should know these things about him. The more I thought about it the more I noticed that we had more of a physical relationship than anything. He didn't really love me.

Magnus sighed loudly, rubbing his face with his hands. "Alec, I can't do this anymore."

"What?" His shoes were on.

"I… I don't know." He sounded defeated and his voice was hoarse from yelling. "We're stuck in a rut like we have been since we got out of Idris. The only things happening are screwing and fighting."

"Where are you going?"

"Ragnor's… but only for a day or two." He paused. "I think all we need is a little time to cool off."

"That's not… you don't have to leave," I said lamely.

"It'll be good for both of us," he insisted. "Just hear me out, okay? I don't want to fight with you again. Not like this."

"And you think leaving will help?"

"I know it will," he said.

I wish I had believed him then. "Really?" The necklace he gave me suddenly seemed frigid and I reached up to touch the pendant around my neck. With one quick tug, I yanked it off my skin and probably broke the clasp. "Here," I said, dropping the broken chain in his hand.

He blinked at it and closed his hand around the charm, nothing but slight confusion in his eyes. No more love or comfort, no more disbelief or hurt. Nothing.

I decided 'forever and always' ended when the door clicked shut.

A/N- They needed a fight. They really did. There's so much going on in this story and they needed something different, you know? Stuck in a rut as I said. This isn't a very good gift for the five hundred reviews I got but uh, I guess things will get better. This fight was bound to happen. Yeah I hate myself, too.
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~Ella, who doesn't really know what's going on right now.