It was a cold autumn day, yet another day.
He wandered through the garden as his uneven eyes settled on an apple tree. Cold but soft breeze blew bringing echoes of erased laughter to his ears.
He wanted to cry but there were no tears left. His core was empty, his soul dead. He was nothing. His being was taken when his beloved took his last breath.
Everyone thought that the greatest king of all time was mourning but the truth was that he desired sweet death to take him into his beloved's arms once again.
How he needed his love. How he loved his lover's strength and heart. His strength that gave away, his heart that yearned to stay.
Every night when Morpheus took him, he can see his beloved in his dreams, a sweet illusion where he can hold him and tell him how much he loves him and by Zeus it felt so real but then he wakes up to find himself all alone in the mockery of Fate.
How he wishes his beloved was there…
He looked up to catch a glimpse of the sky that seemed to be grieving with him. Hiding it's blue behind dark clouds.
Blue. The color of the eyes he adored the most. How he misses those eyes. How he learned all about his life by looking onto the same eyes over and over again, those eyes that were closed forever.
How he yearned to feel him at his side again…
Why was everything so unfair? Why does he heave to go through this tragedy?
His beloved was gone, sacrificed without a fight, a victim of a circumstance.
How he wept next to his lifeless body…
He had many things in life but he had to suffer and say goodbye one last time.
A tear fell from his grey eye. He felt his beloved's arms surrounding him. His soul was at ease. He saw a light. The door was open wide and with a soft breeze he crossed home…
Home to his dearest love…
The only one...
Hephaistion.