HEARTBROKEN. (300 words)
There was no greater pain than loving someone so deeply and being unrequited. The young blonde king had loved the blue-eyed young brunette for ages and even though they had a sexual relationship, there was no love in it. Every time that he took the brunette, Hephaestion waited until Alexander's release, and immediately after, he left the double bed and went back to the tiny cot in an even smaller room, with his eyes teary and his heart heavy.
Alexander had found him, more than once, with dry tear tracks on his handsome face and it had been difficult not to listen to the whispered string of "Why why why" that left the brunette's lips during their intercourse.
Alexander had never been a slave of his body and its carnal needs but he could not explain why he needed to brand Hephaestion and to make him understand that he belonged to him, even if the brunette did not like it.
Alexander could not understand why Hephaestion did not accept and enjoy his love, why he resisted every attempt of being loved by the powerful Macedonian king who would give him the world if he just asked for it.
However, Hephaestion remained impassive, receiving the blonde ruler inside his body and never rejecting him but hating and feeling disgusted by his own body that, after so many years, continued betraying him.
Alexander was never rude to him, he treated him as a companion; he was even faithful to him but those gentle gestures did not make things more pleasant before the eyes of the brunette.
Alexander did not want to feel heartbroken any longer, he wanted to feel loved; it really did not matter to him that Hephaestion was the heir of a defeated kingdom, that he was just a slave.