Chapter 21 The Now

It was a hot clammy night, the month was April.

The room was plain white with one or two pictures on them the floor was bare and in the centre of the room was a Persian rug. The bed and the furniture were pine and dotted around the room were objected collected from around the world.

After years of travelling Alexander decided it was time to stop and find a place to settle down. They had chosen England because at the time it was the centre of a great empire on pars with the Romans and of course his own. The only moving they did was to move from one part of the British isles to another.

Now they were currently in the seaside town of Whitby on the North East Coast of England.

Hephaistion was laid on his stomach twisting a strand of hair that had been highlighted a dark blue around his fingers reading a leaflet.

"What you reading?" asked Alexander coming up the few flight of stairs with a towel wrapped around his waist and one draped over his shoulders, his short blonde hair was darkened and flatten by the water.

Hephaistion rolled over and sat up "A leaflet on exhibition."

He folded it up and passed it over to Alexander "It's about you." he continued

Alexander picked up the leaflet, on it cover was the marble face of a younger him, he instantly remembered when he had that done it was just after his father had been killed and himself named king.

"We shoulder go." Hephaistion said

Alexander was silent as he opened the leaflet and scanned the images and words

"Aye we must." he whispered

He stood up and went over to the bed and flopped down on it were he began to weep.

Hephaistion came closer and pulled him into a hug ignoring the fact that Alexander's hair made his t shirt wet.

"Hey Alex," he said "What up."

"I miss those days," he replied "I miss everyone hard to believe but I do."

Hephaistion ran his hand down the wet hair and sighed "I missed them to," he said "But we can still remember them."

He pulled away and reached over to his bedside cabinet and picked up the book.

It was a biography of his Alexander, he would read it to him when ever Alexander got mad or upset about there current situation and it would cheer them both up.

They climbed further up the bed so that they were resting against the head board, they snuggled up and Hephaistion began to read. A couple of chapters later Alexander and Hephaistion were both hollowing with laughter as they pointed out the things the writer had gotten wrong or added.

"You know something." Alexander said

Hephaistion looked up from where he had been reading "What."

"I going to write my own biography and it going to better than any Alexander book gone before."
"Oh," said Hephaistion smiling " And why it that."

"Because," said Alexander rolling himself on top of Hephaistion "I was there."

The End