Under the Whispering Door

by T.J. Klune

“No, I don’t suppose I am. It’s not so bad, though. You’ve got the legs for it.”

“You’re just not hearing what you want to hear. I know it might be hard to understand, but not everything is about you, Wallace. You have your own story. She has hers. If you’re meant to know what it is, you will.”

“I don’t want your help.” “I know you think that,” Hugo said. “But I hope you realize that you don’t have to go this alone.

“Maybe it’s just me, but I think I’d feel relieved finding out there are things I don’t know about. It can’t be healthy the other way, you know?”

him. “It is what you make of it. No, it’s not always fair. No, it’s not always good. It burns and tears, and there are times when it crushes you beyond recognition. Some people fight against it. Others … can’t, though I don’t think they can be blamed for that. Giving up is easy. Picking yourself up isn’t. But we have to believe if we do, we can take another step. We can—” “Move on?”