Alec's P.O.V:
"Mags, baby, please open up", I say, loud enough to be heard. I hear a few things move and then... silence. I wait for a couple of seconds.

"I can't. I'm busy", he answers and his voice sounds cold, distant... I can feel a clench in my heart, like someone's squeezing it hard, trying to make it explode.

Even though his voice belongs to a she now, Magnus is still Magnus. When he's hurt, he's shutting everyone out. He closes himself off from the world and tries to get over it on his own. But not this time. Not while I'm around. I wasn't around in the morning but I'm here now and I'll make it up to him. I won't leave him alone.

"Mags, please I made dinner and you need to eat. Come on, please, come out!". Again, silence. "Look Magnus, I don't know how you feel, I can't imagine. And I understand that you've been through a lot today, but we need to talk! I need to talk to you... please get out of there... I'll be waiting for you in the living room". I stay for a couple of seconds, hoping that he'll come out, but I eventually give up with a sight and head over the couch.

Placing the trait in the wooden table in front of me, I sit down and hide my face between my hands. After taking a few deep breaths, I try to organize my thoughts when I hear footsteps and the sound of a door opening. I immediately look up and turn around, to be met with a pair of blood-shot, chocolate brown eyes staring back at me but then quickly facing the floor, long hair covering a familiar yet strange face.

I gulp. Magnus has been crying. I can see him take a deep breath and sit down, as far away from me as possible, his gaze always fixed on the floor. I take the moment to really observe this new, temporary version, female version of my boyfriend. His face looks elfin and his figure more thin, delicate... his long fingers look even more dainty and slim. Certainly, a lot of things have change. But all I can see is Magnus. My beautiful, sexy, amazing angel.

I know that now he's a woman and I'm... well, not attracted to women, I'm supposed not to really be into him. But how can I not? I fell in love with this beautiful man's soul, his extraordinary personality and the even more extraordinary beauty of the way he loves. I love this man with every part of me, as strong as I can.

"Mags, please, look at me... please", I whisper, trying to break this wall between us. A wall that he built. In order to protect himself from the pain of my absence. How could I do this to him? How could I treat him like that? I keep asking myself the same question from the moment Ragnor called me but I still can't seem to find the answer. I hate myself at the moment. Apparently, Magnus isn't a big fun of me either right now, because he refuses to meet my eye.

"Magnus...", I whisper as I approach him and place my fingers under his chin, gently pushing up to finally face me. Magnus flinches from the contact and takes my hand away from him a flick of his wrist. I push past the pain I feel in my heart and use both of my hands on his cheeks, this time a little bit more firm so he can't get away.

Besides his weak efforts to avoid it I manage to look at him in the eye, our heads finally on the same level. "We need to talk...please...".

"No need to Alexander... everything is fine. You said you made dinner? Because I'm starving", he smiles brightly but he's in so much pain that he doesn't sound any persuasive. I can read how hurt he feels from his eyes but then he closes them and when he re-opens them the glamour is back on.I gulp and the pain in my heart becomes unbearable.

"Don't do it. You're killing me when you do that", I whisper while bringing him closer to me, his long hair brushing on my forehead.

"What are you talking about Alec?". Alec, not Alexander.

"Don't push me away. Don't pretend around me. I hate it when you put your mask on with me. It's killing me... you don't have to pretend when you're around me".

"Don't I?".