You and a friend or lover carve your initials into a padlock, attach the padlock to a bridge and throw the key into the river, so that even if the friendship/love fades the padlock will always be there to remind you of the good times.
I have always anted to do this
Wanted, never did.
Ten years had passed since he died at the old age eighty-seven. Alec had lived a long life with Magnus and grew old right before Magnus’s eyes—as mortals do. He didn’t die in a battle; he died peacefully with Magnus’s hand in his.
A single, warm tear fell onto Magnus’s cheek. “By the angel,” he murmured, smiling. “You did rub off on me.”
omg…wtf wtf wtf?!? WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO US?!?!