I did actually write this at about 3 am, so I'm sorry if it isn't too great. So this is chapter three, enjoy.
We both must have stood there for a good two minutes before either one of us could stop gazing into the other's eyes. Magnus' eyes are perfect. At first glance you could say they were green in colour, but upon further inspection you notice that they are actually laced with gold - they can in some ways resemble a cats eye. They suit him. Magnus is the first to snap out of this trance.
"Well, as much fun as this has been I really have to dash. More important things to do, people to see." He truly doesn't think I'm important to him anymore? Ouch. This is going to be one long year.
He dashes off before I can even utter an apology to him. I'm left standing alone outside a dilapidated café in the middle of the street. I can barely move. The shock of what just happened is too much so I decide to take a walk to clear my head. Who cares about Law anyway? Not me, especially not when I've already had an amazingly bad day. Going to class will just make everything ten times worse.
So instead of heading back down the road and taking the next right, I find myself veering to the left and into a park. The park is peaceful. I should make more of a habit of coming here. Strolling through the trees following a fading stone pathway is actually very relaxing. It almost makes me forget the encounter. Almost.
I sit on a cold metal bench thinking things over. I ask myself the same question over and over again. What if I hadn't have gotten with Magnus in the first place? What if I hadn't have gone to Camille? If I hadn't have come here?
What if?
Why does everything have to be so frustrating? In the end I try to push Magnus and his cat eyes out of my mind and focus on a story. I recite an ancient Shadowhunter story to myself before ideas form in my head. Writing my own story may keep myself occupied. It might help me forget - books usually do.
I'm getting into the swing of my plot now, deep in thought until someone sidles up and sits down next to me. It's the waitress from the café. She still makes me feel a little uneasy but I look at her anyway.
"Hey," she says. "You seem a little distant, so I thought I would see if you're alright. My name's Caterina, and you are?." Her voice is cheery and uplifting, just what I need at the moment. For some reason I want to talk to her, to tell her how I'm feeling.
"Hello, I'm fine...It's Alec by the way." I hastily add on the end remembering that she asked my name too. I'm absorbed by thoughts of Magnus and I don't know why but looking at Caterina makes me feel upset.
The bench is getting uncomfortable. I've been sitting here for at least two hours and my legs are getting numb. Making my excuses I get up and walk to my apartment block. It's not until later when I'm about to get into bed that it hits me. The answer to why I've been feeling so awkward around Caterina and it was staring me in the face the whole time. So blatantly obvious. How did I not recognise her at first? Some Shadowhunter I am. Caterina suspiciously looks something like Camille. Not a big resemblance, but one all the same.
I hope it was okay, please let me know if you spot any mistakes.