I don't know how many chapters there will be. Most of them will be pretty short though. These letters are not in any particular order.

The box was made of dark wood and polished to a shine. A simple gold clasp held it shut. However, it was what was inside the box that was valuable.

Letters. They were all folded in the same manner, all written on the same stationary, all scribed in the same neat penmanship. All but one had dates scrawled in the corner, dates that went back years.

The lone letter without a date sat on top, like a prologue to the rest.

Dear Magnus,

If you're reading this, then I must be dead. (Or you're just incredibly nosy.) I've been keeping these letters in my old room at the Institute. I told Jace about them and asked him to make sure that you get them when I die.

Do you remember telling me that you never wanted to forget a single day we spent together? You mentioned something about keeping your memories in a safe place. I'm guessing that you mean literally - with some sort of magic. I obviously don't have magic, and my hand would probably fall off if I tried to write down all of my memories of us, so I decided on writing a letter every now and then.

At first, writing these letters was just a way to organize my thoughts. You of all people know that I've never been very good with words - not aloud anyway. Somewhere along the line it became something different. A way for you to remember me. Is that selfish of me?

Whatever. I don't really care. I'm dead, I'm allowed to be selfish.

I suppose I should apologize for the sheer amount of letters. There are dozens of them, and I'm still adding to the collection. I have a lot of thoughts, especially when it comes to you. Some of these letters might not make any sense and might not have much order to them, but I can assure you that they are 100% honest.

I love you. If there's one thing you should take away from this, it's that. I love you and I always will. I will love you in heaven and in hell, in life and in death. I can't even begin articulate how grateful I am to have met you, how grateful I am to the universe for allowing us to cross paths.

I love you so fucking much, Magnus Bane. (Sorry. As you know, I swear too much sometimes.)

Forever yours,

Alexander

P.S. I signed it 'Alexander' just for you. You better appreciate that.

He did. He appreciated everything Alec did for him.

Magnus folded the letter and placed it back in the box. He was always so careful with those letters, like a twitch of his finger would send them up in flames. He clutched the box close to his chest and just breathed.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt he could breathe properly.

That was a lie. Of course he remembered. It was his last day with Alexander.

Tell me what you think in the comments. Should I continue? Should I delete it so we can all pretend that this never happened?