Under the Whispering Door

by T.J. Klune

Hugo ran his hand over his hair. Such a small action, and a wonderfully human one at that, but it gave Wallace pause.

He wished he’d spent more time in Hugo’s room. He wondered what sort of life they could have made for themselves had he found his way to this little place before his heart had given out. He thought it would have been wonderful. But it was better to have had it for as long as he did than to never have had it at all. What a tremendous thought that was.