[Sorry it took me so long. Also, sorry if it absolutely sucks
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Alexander Lightwood. The big, brave Lightwood kid who stood up to everyone he knew and loved because he couldn't hide his truth any longer. Alexander Lightwood, the blue-eyed beautiful man who was willing to fight everyone he loved for the Warlock he'd fallen so madly in love with. Alec, the boy who fell in love with an immortal.
How had they gone from being so in love to not talking at all? No. Alex knew how that had happened. Alec made it happen. He did this. He pushed Magnus away. Had he not run off to Camille instead of talking to Magnus about whatever issues he had, he'd still be with Magnus. He'd still have Magnus. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have even considered taking away Magnus' immortality or becoming an immortal himself, knowing or even having the ability to guess how that would make Magnus feel?
Jace, Izzy, Clary...hell, even Simon had tried to talk to Magnus. They didn't know what the problem was, of course. Alec was too embarrassed and guilty to admit it and Magnus was too much of a gentleman to mention it. Even so, Alec had been trying, constantly texting and calling, trying to get in touch with the Warlock. He just hoped that, someday, he could fix things with Magnus. Before it was too late.
Clary paced around in Jace's room, her anger very evident. Somehow, Valentine had won again and, somehow, Jace had already moved on from that. Jace, on the other hand, lounged on his bed, his phone in hand. He knew, of course, that there was no point in going over something that had happened, especially when there was very little they could do about it. So, he'd decided, he would pull his phone out, text his best friend and see what she was up to and where she was.
Lyla. You're missing, again. Off on another mission? He knew he sounded a little clingy in the text but, if he was being honest, at least he wasn't as clingy as Clary was. Plus, it was
Lyla. His best friend. He had every right to be clingy if he felt like it.