Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

to cross, we can go back to normal.” He reached out for Wallace, only to
stop himself and curl his fingers.
“Yeah,” Wallace said. “Normal.”
“That’s not … I keep forgetting.” His brow furrowed above a pinched
expression as he breathed heavily through his nose. “That you’re…”
“I know,” Wallace said.
Hugo’s face crumpled. “I’m losing focus. I keep thinking you’re…” He
shook his head. He started for the door, whistling for Apollo who barked
from the tea garden.
And before he could walk through the open door, Wallace said, “Hugo.”
He stopped but didn’t turn around.
Wallace looked up at the stars.
Is there anything you would say to someone left behind if you could?
He said, “If things were different, if I were me, and you were you … do
you think you’d ever see me as someone you could…”
He didn’t think Hugo was going to answer. He’d walk through the door
without a word, leaving Wallace alone and feeling foolish.
He didn’t.
He said, “Yes.” And then he went inside.
Wallace stared after him, burning like the sun.