It was cold outside, but you wanted to talk to me and I, as your faithful lover, followed you.
We talked a lot and I saw worry and sadness in your face when we talked about Olympias and Philip and all the things they did to you.
My poor Alexander, I haven't told you this but I hope you know that I'd go on great lengths just to erase those memories from your poor soul. May the gods help me.
Your eyes were shinning, people tends to compliment my "beautiful" eyes, but they're nothing compared to yours, Alexander, your eyes are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I've seen many things because of you.
And now those eyes are filled with tears you don't want to shed, because you are many things, but weak, no, you're not weak. You don't want to cry in front of me, even when I'm the only one who has seen you doing it, you don't want me to think you're not strong enough, but I would never think that way. Yet, I want to soothe your sadness, so I point out something I just noticed: you still hold your head cocked, I remember it because I hated that thing of yours when we met, but now I love it, you look like a deer listening in the wind. I tell you how much I love your eyes, the way they make me feel... and then I see you staring at me and I know I sounded like a stupid schoolboy, but I can't help it, for you are the only living thing I care for. That's when I realize how jealous I am because I know I'm competing against this world. You're a conqueror and you can never get enough, it doesn't matter for you if the whole kingdom loves you, you still want more.
That's what makes you Alexander. I pull you into my embrace and feel your warmth. You may not notice it, Alexander, but every time I'm close to you I feel safe, it doesn't matter where we are, when I'm by your side I feel home.
Macedonia, Greece, Babylon, all these places but they're not my home anymore, you are.
You walk a couple of steps away from me and look right into my eyes. You take a deep breath and right after you say my name you...start laughing?
-CUT! CUT! - Everything stopped; Jared Leto looked at his co-star Colin Farrell who couldn't stop laughing. -Colin, how many times will you ruin the scene? - asked the director, frowning, exasperated. It was the third time that Colin burst out laughing -I'm so sorry, Oliver, but this is way too cheesy for me, don't you think, Jared? - Colin looked at Leto but there was no complicity smile in* his face. -True love is never "cheesy" .Hephaestion- Jared fought to use the right name and not the "I" -loved Alexander truly and deeply. And that kind of love... you shouldn't make fun of it.-
Jared turned around and left the location. Colin could have sworn he saw his bright blue eyes filling with tears
-Jared! Jared! - Called the director -give him a break. - suggested Francisco.
-You know what's up with him? - Asked Colin, but the younger man shook his head and walked away.
Jared looked into his tearful eyes.
-I shouldn't get so involved with Hephaestion.-he thought.
He assumed that the pain he felt was because Alexander laughed about Hephaestion's love confession and not because Colin laughed about it.
He couldn't be falling in love with the Irishman right?
Right?