The Bitterness of Morning
Alec Lightwood stared in horror at the swirling mass of blue light. The portal gaped at him, teased him, and reminded him of how foolish he'd been. To think Magnus would stay, to think he wouldn't use him, to forget about the powers that he held in his hands.
Blue eyes landed on the pile of clothes at the end of the stiff, crisp bed sheets. The sheets were ice against his skin, yet hours before it was the warmest he'd felt in days.
So he stayed, frozen in his place, as the tears rolled down his face.