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Chapter 15

Just a Dream

Magnus had enough, he was tired of waiting; he was tired of being patient. He spent too many nights alone with the fear of it being over. Alec had ignored all his calls and had avoided any means of social contact.

On a bright sunny evening Magnus paced around his room wearing a simple white shirt under a beige long sweater and black jeans. He was too tired and upset to line his eyes or gel his hair so it draped over his gold green eyes. He called Alec's phone one last time and prayed he'd answer but it went straight to voice mail. Irritated and upset he decided irrationally to get into his car and drive to the restaurant. He was going to confront the boy even if it meant causing a scene, he needed to know. He stalked into the restaurant and went to the little office and knocked once.

"Come in." the voice said. Magnus entered and saw Hodge putting away two folders in his filing cabinet.

"Mr. Bane, how can I help you?"

"I was wondering if I could speak with Alec, is he here today?" Hodge winced.

"I'm so sorry, but Isabelle and Alec resigned just yesterday. I was just putting away their forms now."

"They resigned!" Magnus asked his jaw dropping.

"Yeah, they got the letter of acceptance and were heading to France." Hodge nodded.

"When do they leave?"

"Uh, today at eight I think." Magnus checked his watch. It was six. Maybe they were still at home packing.

"Thank you" Magnus said and hastily walked out of the restaurant and drove to their apartment. Already, by the darkness from the window he could tell something was off. Magnus made his way to the apartment door and knocked once, then twice. No answer. He waited impatiently and tried to look through the window but the shades were down. The door next to Magnus opened and an elder woman stepped out with a pipe in her mouth. She was wearing a blue gown and her black hair with silver streaks was tied behind her head in a low bun. She looked to be African-American with her big wide eyes and her dark colored skin.

"If your lookin' for the Lightwoods, they left an hour ago. Had all them suitcases packed and took off." She said.

"Damn it" Magnus hissed and banged his fist against the door none to gently.

"You chasin' after one of'em?" She smirked showing her yellow crooked teeth.

"Something like that." He mumbled leaning against the door.

"Was it the boy?" Magnus raised his eyebrows in surprise which caused the woman to laugh. "That boy was sulkin' since the day they started packin'. I could tell," she said nodding her head. She raised a shaking finger and pointed her eyes. "It was all in the eyes." She took another puff of her pipe and looked at Magnus long and hard. "Try the airport; maybe, just maybe, you might catch him." And with that she trotted back into her house. Magnus went down the steps and got into his car and headed for the airport only to be stopped by heavy traffic. He constantly checked the time and honked his horn impatiently and yelled out his window for the people to move. That didn't do any good. By the time he reached the airport it was seven fifty. He ran inside and looked at the board searching the flight to France and made his way to the gate. When he saw the room was empty he slowly approached the attendant.

"Is this the flight to France?" he asked out of breath.

"It is, but I'm afraid they just took off. I didn't see your name on the list though. Maybe we can get you the next flight." Magnus shook his head.

"No, no it's fine, thank you." He said quietly and turned away, his shoulders feeling heavy. On the way home, he willed the tears back. He blasted his radio with trash music to drown his sorrowful heart. How dare Alexander take off like that, without a word; without note? What the hell was he supposed to do now? The only thing; the only person who could make him want to see the next day was now gone. The sun had set in his paradise and he was left alone in cold darkness.

By the time he got home, it was late and he padded over to the living room and stopped in his tracks when he saw a figure sitting on the couch and he realized he was supposed to discuss business with Woolsey. The other man was seated beside the fire reading a book.

"Woolsey, I'm sorry, there was traffic and-" Magnus started running a hand through his hair.

"Save it, there wasn't much to discuss anyway." Woolsey said closing the book and looked up at Magnus. "You look like hell." He observed.

"I feel like it." Magnus said sitting down beside him.

"A letter came for you. By the hand writing, I'd say it's from you know who." He said handing Magnus a white envelope. "I'll be taking my leave now." He said standing up and stepped out the house leaving Magnus alone. He looked at the letter and turned it over and over trying to bring himself to open it but he couldn't. With a sigh of exasperation he tossed it aside and went to his study where there was a mini bar that stored his liquor and other heavy drinks. Magnus poured himself a little glass of whisky and took several big gulps before forcing himself to stop. He shook his head, his throat burning as the liquid made its way down his dry throat. After everything that happened, did he want to know the truth? He knew it was too late, there was nothing he could do, and so what would be the point to read the letter? He made his way back into the living room and stared longingly at the white paper. With shaking fingers he began to open the letter but he knew the reason why Alec would want to leave him, he knew and yet…

Dear Magnus,

I'm not sure how to start this letter. Should I say 'I'm sorry'? Should I say 'thank you for everything'? Should I say 'I love you' or 'will you ever forgive me'?

I'm not as strong as you think I am Magnus. From the very beginning I was a coward and I never stood up for myself; not when my parents disapproved of my dream to become an artist and certainly not when I told them I was gay. Instead, I ran away giving up everything I ever wanted because I believed it wasn't important anymore. I came to New York, not just to help my sister, but because I wanted to escape my past; a life of continuous disappointment and shame. It was going good, I had a life I wanted that was simple, uncomplicated and I could be me. I was getting my life together until I met you.

It was never my intension of meeting you. It was all an accident, a mistake really that forced me down a road I thought I'd never go down. Meeting you was both thrilling and terrifying. Never in my life have I met anyone like you; so open, enthusiastic, and oh so charming. I'll admit now, I began to fall in love with you at your party when we danced. I'm not much for dancing; in fact, I've never danced in my life but just like magic, I was able to dance. Being with you, everything that would have feared me, would have stopped me terrified in my tracks, went away and the only people in the room was you and me.

So the question that remains still remains in my head is, "how did you do it?" How did you know what makes me happy? How did you make me dizzy every time we kissed? How did you make me want you when we were apart?

When you gave me your card, I didn't want to call you because I knew I couldn't be the person you wanted. I was no match for Camille. She had everything to offer you; she was always composed with you, unlike me who acted irrationally because I didn't know what to do around you.

However, it was another mistake when you showed up at my restaurant. I laughed at the universe. It was just taunting me, teasing me saying, "See this man, you can never be with him." So why, Magnus, did you come and confront me at my house? Why were you so desperate to know the truth about me? Couldn't you have just accepted that one night, that one dance, that one kiss we shared? Couldn't you have just left it as a memory, a dream even? This isn't a fairy tale where they all live happily ever after.

Nevertheless, you came to me. You came and we became close, so dangerously close and there was no turning back. I began to share my secrets, my hopes and dreams to you without even realizing it. How did you make me trust you?

Then, there was the passionate love we shared that one time. That night, you took control and pushed me over my limit and I knew then, I was never getting out, not without breaking something. But I didn't care anymore. You were with me and that was all that mattered. Your touch on my skin burning me like fire and it marked me. I became yours just as you became mine. That night, two souls became one; our bodies became one. We shared so much love, affection and pain that when I hurt, you hurt too; when I loved, you loved too. In bed, you promised me you weren't like my past partners and you were right; you're worse than them. They never gave me so much pain and love at one time, you changed me more than anyone could ever do. After that night, it made it any tasks difficult to concentrate on because my mind was always on you. I so desperately wanted to feel you again, to touch you, to kiss you and this wanting came to the point where I stayed at your place almost every night. But I was happy because when I woke, I'd see your face.

I thought I'd lost the ability to draw again but with you, I'm even better than before. There's more texture, more emotion, and more detail because all those things matter. It's the little things that connect the big things together. Each time we spent together was a needle that tied us together, making us inseparable.

Now I must address the issue of your father. Not because of what he did to me but because I know you blame him for my absence but your wrong Magnus. I've been punished before, far worse then what he did to me, I've been abused and beaten for being gay but I just forgive and forgot because that's the only thing I can do. No, the problem was not with him but with you and me. I wasn't ready to be in relationship; I didn't want to be with you but you knew how to get me. I went along blindfolded while you led me through the relationship never knowing what was coming next.

It's time I start seeing again. I need to do things on my own; I need to make my own decisions without you. We are two very different people and it's time I realize that we can never be on the same level. It would be impossible for me to reach your level and it's unspeakable of you to come down to mine.

I love you Magnus, I will always love you. I've never felt this much love for someone besides my family. I'm going to go after my dream now and I'll be the person I want to be.

Don't follow me Magnus. Let the love we shared just be memoires. Let the story change each time you retell it until you can't remember what truly happened. We'll leave the fairy tale ending like this, going our separate ways and having our own endings where we each chase after or own dreams.

With all my love,

Alec

P.S. – Don't change because that's the person I fell in love with

Magnus looked up from the letter and blinked. A single tear made its way down his cheek and onto the letter.

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