Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

As the sun set, they stood side by side, Hugo’s shadow stretching behind
them.
“When I’m gone,” Wallace said, “please don’t forget me. I don’t have
many people who’ll remember me, at least not in a good way. I want you to
be one of them.” His fingernails began to break apart.
Hugo’s throat worked as he swallowed. “How could I ever forget you?”
Wallace thought it would be very easy. “You promise?”
“I promise.”
The sunset was brilliant. He wished he’d taken more time to turn his face
toward the sky. “Do you think we’ll see each other again?”
“I hope so.”
It was the best answer he could ask for. “But not for a long time. You’ve
got work to do.” He blinked away the burn in his eyes. “And it will—”
But he never got to finish. The curl deepened. It tugged. It pulled. It
yanked. The cable flashed. “Oh,” Wallace grunted as he stumbled.
“We have to go back,” Hugo said, sounding worried. “Now.”
“Yeah,” Wallace whispered as the sun dipped below the horizon.
He felt as if he were floating on the ride back. Hugo pushed the scooter as
fast as it could go, but Wallace wasn’t worried. He wasn’t scared, not like
he’d been before. There was a sense of calm about him, something akin to
relief.
“Hold on!” Hugo shouted at him, but he sounded so very far away. The
whispers had returned, growing louder, more insistent.
His head cleared when they hit the road that led to the tea shop. By then,
his hands were gone, his arms were gone, and he thought he’d lost his nose.
He groaned as they reformed, the bits and pieces snapping back into place
like a complex puzzle. He gasped when Hugo jerked the scooter to the right.
He thought they were going to crash, and for a wild moment, he wondered
why he hadn’t insisted Hugo wear a helmet. But the thought was gone when
he saw what had caused Hugo to lose control out of the corner of his eye.
Cameron.
Standing in the middle of the road.
I’m still here.