AN: This is just a quick story to celebrate the day of Alexander's death. Enjoy!
Hephaestion sat at his writing desk in his and Alexander's rooms and prepared a sheet of paper and a stylus to write, smiling through the pang that went through his whole body. With this, and a few tears already marking the paper, he began to write.
My dearest Alexander,
There is so much I still have to tell you. "I love you" is one of them and always will be. How I wish I could see your eyes sparkle with a smile one last time, feel your lips against mine, or hold you in my arms. Alas, the gods have decided that I no longer deserve happiness, and have taken you from me. How I miss you already.
Being yours has ruined me completely, Alexander. I was only ever able to do as you wished, whenever you wished it. I could do nothing else. Love made me such a slave to you that I do not know how to be without it, or you. It made me a fool. But I would not have had it any other way.
I may have been your slave by Love's hand, but I was willing, every minute of every day that we were together. I can only hope that we can be together again soon, as this ache in my body is nearly unbearable. I only hope that you will remember me when we meet again at the River Styx, for I will never forget you.
Until we meet again, and with all my love,
Hephaestion
AN: Just realized this is my 70th story here. Wow!
