TITLE: 6. "The end of Love"
PAIRING: Hephaestion / Alexander.
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: Historical AU.
SUMMARY: Even the most unthinkable can come to an end.
DISCLAIMER: I do not know the people involved, no harm intended; everything is product of my imagination. Alexander and Hephaestion belong to History and to each other but I would not mind sharing my life with the blue-eyed man.
WARNINGS: Angst.
My mother tongue is Spanish and I work without a beta so all the mistakes are mine.
FEEDBACK: comments are love! Any kind of them will help me to improve my writing or leave it forever.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This idea is just a whim; I just wanted to try and write something different. It is a whole series of 29 short ficlets.
Everybody had seen the changes but no one had dared to mention, not even whisper about them.
Everybody had seen him walk by his side and then entered his own chamber closing the door behind him.
Everybody had seen the painful look in the mismatched eyes, the wandering looks set on the brunette's slender frame wherever he went.
Everybody had also seen the indifference in the cyan eyes which, months ago, only showed love and devotion.
Everybody was certain that the brunette's loyalty to his king had not diminished or that his duties were still perfectly achieved. However, the only thing that mattered the king nowadays was no longer there. His best friend, his lover, his rock was completely indifferent to his charm. Hephaestion treated him with kindness and care but there was no longer love in his words or actions.
"How could such deep feeling disappear?" Alexander wondered while he saw Hephaestion sit opposite him and greet him with a head bow.
They no longer shared a plate, a goblet or a bed because Alexander had married and also taken a Persian boy to warm his bed at night.
"How could Hephaestion be so indifferent? How could he be so casual after all we had shared throughout the many years together?" The king asked to himself, then lowered his eyes and tried not to show his pain.
He tried not to seek Hephaestion's blue eyes, he was afraid of what he could discover in them. Anger, he could almost accept but indifference was too much.
Hephaestion was not oblivious to his king's musings but the great Alexander should have remembered that there came a point where hearts became tired and every feeling they had for someone else inside them burnt out and died.