Alec's POV:

RING! RING! My alarm shouts loudly in my ear. "Fuck off" I mutter angrily, pushing my phone away from my ear.

I can't be bothered to get up. It's been one week since Daniel broke up with me, and so far I have lounged around in my bed, and been a bitch to my siblings.

I know I should get up out of bed and start the day but I feel so tired and sad. Actually, sad isn't even a good way to describe how I feel.

Heartbroken is a better word. He was a dick to me most of the time, but sometimes I felt like his good side came to me in random flashes and bursts.

Like the time he picked me up from collage and we took the train to central London and we went on the London Eye, and he held my hand when I felt I was going to fall.

And the time when we went to cinema, and we watched The Hunger Games, and we both joked about PeetaXGale. Just silly, fun things, things that to anyone else wouldn't matter.

But to me it did. To me, these moments defined our whole relationship.

Of course, there were the bad moments. The time you were so angry with me, you threw a beer bottle at my face. I still have a scar on the top of my hairline.

Every time you didn't turn up to a date because you just couldn't be bothered, or you were cheating. I forgave you though, because that's what love is, isn't it? Loving someone so much you're willing to forgive them for anything.

The door suddenly flies open and my sister Izzy stands there, hand on hips, frown twisting her features.

"Why the hell are you sitting here moping? Jesus Christ Alec, you're not a hermit! Stop acting like a reclusive mole and get out of bed!"

I can't help but laugh at the 'reclusive mole' part of Izzy's tirade. "Reclusive mole?" I smirk. She allows herself a small grin. "I had to say something to get your attention, and it was the first thing I could think of!"

Izzy comes and sits next to me at the end of the bed. "Hey" she whispers softly "Even though I don't agree with your relationship, I hate seeing you sad and emo more. Hell, I'd rather be forced to go through my old MySpace account and see cringy pictures from my "I'm so scene, it's not a phase Mum it's a lifestyle" phase than se you sad. If you love him so much, you should go after him!"

"What?" I say, eyes widening. "You mean follow him to Brooklyn?" "What else?" She laughs, throwing random holey jumpers into a based up black suitcase.

"You are going to go to Brooklyn, you are going to find Daniel, and you are going to seduce him and date the shit out off him! Watch out America, here comes Alec Lightwood!"

Laughing, I get up and decide to play along. "And once I find Daniel, he'll fall in love with me, he's going to propose, we'll get married, and you'll be the bridesmaid?"

Rolling her eyes, Izzy throws herself back onto the bed and sighs "Well obviously I wouldn't be the bridesmaid, I would be the maid of honour. But I'm serious, you should go."

"For real?" I whisper "You think I should just go and find him?"

Izzy's beautiful features cloud over with a sad smile whispers "Sometimes you have to go after the people you love. How else are you expected to show it?"

"Show what?" I ask. "That you care. That you love them. That you would go to any end of any world for them no matter what."

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