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It had been 3 days. 3 days and 7 hours since Alexander Lightwood-Bane had left the world. 3 days, 7 hours and 48minutes. Magnus Lightwood-Bane lay on his side in his bed, their bed. His bed. His eyes on his phone screen, calculating the time since his love had left him.
Another fat tear slid from his eye and dropped onto the red satin sheets under him, the dark red stain spreading. He shifted his head and inhaled the pillow he was hugging. Alec’s pillow. He’d spelled it to never forget Alec’s scent. He’d spelled Alec’s hoodie too. It hung on the wardrobe door and he was going to do Alec’s leather jacket when he finally got it back.
Out side their bedroom door he heard voices. Magnus cringed into himself not wanting to talk to anyone.
“Is he still in there?” He recognised the voice as Caterina’s
“Yes.” Replied someone gently, Izzy he thought.
“And the boys?”
“They’re in Raf’s room.” Izzy’s voice replied
“How’s Rafael doing?”
“He’s blaming himself.” Isabelle replied, her voice cracked.
“No.” Caterina said shocked “he can’t possibly think that.”
“We’ve told him.” Isabelle said through tears “told him his Dad would never let anything happen to him, that Alec would have sacrificed himself for anyone, but he’s in shock. We all are.”
“And Max?”
“He’s still not talking.”
Magnus blocked out their voices, a wave of crippling guilt washed through him. He knew he needed to be there for their boys but right now he just couldn’t. Every breath was pain, each one felt like a struggle, never mind getting out of this bed.
He picked up his phone again.
3 days, 7 hours and 51 minutes.