Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

“Hugo?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t forget me. Please don’t forget me.”
“How can I?” Hugo said.
“Even when I’m gone?”
“Even when you’re gone. Don’t think about it now. We still have time.”
They did.
They didn’t.
Hugo’s eyes grew heavy. He fought it, eyes blinking slowly, but he’d
already lost. “I think it’d be nice,” he said, words slurring slightly. “If you
came here. If you stayed. We’d drink tea and talk and one day, I’d tell you
that I loved you. That I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You made me
want more than I ever thought I could have. Such a funny little dream.”
His eyes closed and didn’t reopen. He breathed in and out, lips parting.
After a time, Wallace said, “And I would tell you that you made me
happier than I’d ever been. You and Mei and Nelson and Apollo. That if I
could, I’d stay with you forever. That I love you too. Of course I do. How
could I not? Look at you. Just look at you. Such a funny little dream.”
For the rest of the night, he floated above Hugo, watching, waiting.