Disclaimer: Warner Bros. Oliver Stone. Not me.
A/N: I wrote this the day I saw the movie– which totally blew me away. I think I spent about half of it actually breathing normally, and the other half lightheaded with a breath and a sob caught in my throat. Everyone should see Alexander...I saw it the day it came out here in San Jose. This is the first of many short drabbles, I'm not expecting reviews. But damn! Reviews would be nice. Even if you do just say how much you hate it. A huge thanks to my beta Michelle (InsaneVampiress), my movie-buddy for this particular flick. Read her stuff. It's good.
A Thousand Words:
You asked me if I loved him. Was I supposed to say no? You asked me if I loved him. Would "no" have saved his life? Alexander does not lie.
You asked me if I loved him. I did not say yes. But I did not say no. Did you so need that "no"? You asked me if I loved him. So I cast away his ring.
You asked me if I loved him. I did not say yes. But a night in your arms did not quell the flames of grief I felt for the tears in his eyes. You brought me no joy.
You asked me if I loved him. But I picked up that ring. An action worth a thousand words. I kissed you. Goodbye and goodnight. Oh, love never to be.
I picked up the ring. A thousand times yes. You could not resist jealousy. You would not accept the love that was not yours. My "yes" meant nothing. My silent words fell upon the deaf ears that come with a dark mind.
No other would dare take something so utterly mine. I know it was you. No other would dare risk the vengeance I'd so surely bring. No other would poison the only thing I've ever held full heart for. And I failed at my revenge.
This child of mine in your womb, shall have no father. My hate for you shall cloud all the love I hold for your child.
Ripped from my arms, my one lasting love. The glassy-eyed stared of his death I can never escape. Those dead eyes in my mind...I shall not live long. I won't see my son.
The love of years. Summed up in one lifeless stare. Eyes that had held ever so much-empty of soul. I let you live for our child. Poor boy. Poor unborn heir.
You asked me if I loved him. His ring won't leave my hand 'til I'm gone. One action is worth a thousand words.
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