A/N: This particular drabble is about Alexander's thoughts after Hephaistion's death.
I looked back at him, waiting for his approval. His eyes were empty and staring, his body no longer convulsed. I ran to the bed. "No. NO!" I took no notice of anything as I sentenced the idiot doctor to death. Bed rest my ass. I had eyes only for my beloved's face. I gently brushed a stray strand of hair out his pale face. The warmth was already leaving his body. Never again would I hold him to me. Never again would our lips meet. Never again would I revel in his love. We were supposed to die together. One cannot exist without the other. We are one. I know it was my men that did this. They never liked Hephaistion because of my relationship with him and his loyalty to me. And I know that I'm next. But I don't care. Because he's gone.