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A/N: The companion to Simplicity the First. Placed in the same story for convenience and because I wanted the same title for the both of them. Review it, tell me to shut up and stop writing these, tell me to write more, and tell me why. Most of all, tell me what you think.
Simplicity II:
The simple things in life are not always easy to appreciate. Denial is. Denial is simple and simple to love.
In my pain fevered mind I can simply deny that Hephaistion died as I ramble aimlessly about the future I'd convinced myself that he would see. I can deny to myself that the last words I said to him were not "I love you."
I can also deny that he way poisoned by my all too cunning, child-carrying wife. She had waited for this moment for years. She waited 'till now, now when I would spare her for the sake of my unborn son.
The doctor who failed to save him? I do not know if my men killed him.I do not care. If they did, I can deny that as well. I care that Hephaistion is gone.
But he is not. He will come back to me soon now. I will take him in my arms and playfully scold him for scaring me like this. He will smile and apologize with a twinkle of laughter in his eyes.
Denial is simple. If he is not gone, why am I hurting so much? Why do I feel near feverish with pain?
I will truly have to congratulate him for the superb joke he played. The glassy-eyed stare, the lifeless body. However did he manage to hold his breath for so long? I would have even have sworn that his heart was not beating...
But it must have been, because if it was not, he would have to be dead. Denial is so simple when you hurt.
Besides, ever Roxane is not so bold. Even she would not dare. She must love me at least enough to not hurt me like this! Oh Gods!
Roxane is precisely that person who would do this to me! She would! She knows an opportunity like no other, she knows when the time to strike a foe is...And she knows I would not kill the woman carrying my child! My only child!
But if...No...No...Hephaistion is gone. Gone.
My Hephaistion is gone. He died and the last thing I said to him was not "I love you" . The last thing I said to him was meaningless. That glassy-eyed stare was death.
Denial is simple. But simplicity does not last forever. Denial is not love, not eternal like love. And something that simple cannot last.
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