The aftermath - Part 3 Of "Time is passing by, but forgetting you I could never"

How hard it is trying to forget the one you love

The sun was setting

The world was ours

But life

Is no longer carefree

For you are no longer here

My world feels

Like it's breaking in two

Take me back to that summer feeling

Take me back to the

Beginning

When we laughed together

When there was love in my heart*

He must have read through a hundred times what his hand had put down on paper and he cried silently, to himself, and for the first time in a long time he could breathe again, as if the burden had been lifted from him just by writing down his thoughts and he knew then that he could not stop writing.

Somehow, besides his studies, he had to find time to put his thoughts and feelings down on paper.

∞

Magnus was living alone for the first time, even though he had lived alone in New York for some time thanks to his father, he had never really been alone there and now here at Stanford there was no one to keep him company, at least not yet. But he still didn't want to give in to his impulse to get an animal to live with him.

He still had his studies ahead of him and how was he supposed to know how much time he would even have to take care of a living creature that was dependent on being cared for by a human being.

Perhaps he would come back to this thought as soon as he had completed the pre-medical education, or perhaps even only when he had successfully completed his entire studies.

Yes, now he had to concentrate on his studies for the time being and who could say how it would go, maybe he wouldn't live alone for long.

He would probably make new friends and move into a new flat quite quickly.

However, he would make do with his current living situation for the time being, it would give him time to clear his head, to process what had happened, at least that was his hope.

But if he was honest with himself, he knew exactly that he couldn't forget Alexander so easily and he kept getting lost in thoughts of him, of their first meeting and of what he could have done differently so that he would still be with him and every time these memories and mind games brought tears to his eyes.

How was he ever going to get over Alexander Gideon Lightwood?

Again and again he caught himself wondering how Alec was and whether he had forgotten him yet, and each time he felt a pang in his heart at the mere thought that he might be nothing more than a fading memory to Alexander.

∞

The day of his move to Boston had come and somehow Alec was relieved that he would be leaving New York.

There was just too much here that kept reminding him of Magnus and he fervently hoped that in Boston he would find the necessary distance to get over him.

It was still early in the morning when Alec crept through his room to go through his things again to check that he wouldn't forget anything.

Alec was just packing his backpack with the rest of his things when he heard loud voices downstairs.