Drabble – Heat- 100 Words
Alexander left the Queens' tent with a mixture of relief and guilt, relieved that he could leave and guilt for feeling that way about his wife.
Making his way back to his tent, he spotted a familiar silhouette sitting by a campfire.
As he sat down, Hephaestion looked at him and smiled.
No words were spoken, no questioning or disappointing glances from across the heated fire.
Hephaestion had every right to be angry, hurt and disregarded but he never said a word to Alexander.
By the gods, I miss this, simply being me, Alexander, loving and being loved by Hephaestion.