Eugene turns toward Mylo and I, he shoves me into Mylo.
"Get out of here." He growls.
"Not without you." Mylo clarifies.
"Go. Now." Eugene says, I look at him with widened eyes, and his face softens.
"We can't leave you, you'll die." I say. The bomb makes a loud beeping noise, on the electronic screen, it says '0:58.'
"Just go my deary, think of this as my last wish, for you to be happy and alive." Eugene says.
"I am happy! Just go with us!" I yell. Eugene gives Mylo a look and he nods, lifting me up and putting me on his shoulder, my stomach resting against it.
"Goodbye, My love, I'll see you on the other side." He says, Mylo pushes out of the building and through the crowd. In no less than a minute the building exploded, flames licking out through the broken windows, it crumpled down into a big pile of rubble. 
"Don't cry Hazel, or I'll cry." Mylo says. I just nod, looking a the burning building. I wanted to scream and shout, but I couldn't feel anything, it's as if he wasn't dead. Is he dead?
Weeks pass and everything went back to a grey state. Everything felt as if it were dead and Hazel was in denial.
I lean on the doorway, watching Mylo sob. He was pressed against the fridge, holding himself up with his forearms. One of his hands was balled into a fist and the other held a pack of cigarettes. Likely which started this breakdown. Swears and cusses mixed in with the crying, which is strange because Mylo never let a profanity leave his lips. 
"Mylo?" I ask, he turns and faces me. I take in the tear stains and the defined bags under his eyes. "Eugene is fine. He probably just went out to buy another pack of smokes, maybe just went on vacation or something, you saw how stressed he was." I give him a small smile.
Mylo walks over to me and wraps his arms around my shoulder, burying his face into the crook of my neck, and cried. I reach up and stroke his white locks. "Hazel, I don't mean to burst your little bubble of denial, but Eugene is dead."
"No, he is not." I say, my voice cracking. Mylo let his legs give out and we both fell to the ground, tangled in a ball in each other's embrace. 
"You're going to have to accept it sometime." He whispers, gently rocking the two of us back to sleep. Then everything clicks, like I had just unlocked another section to my brain. 
"Oh my God.." I start, trying to continue, but the feeling of overwhelming sadness took over. 
"It's okay to cry now." Mylo says, and I do just that. I bury my face into his shirt and cry silently. He starts crying himself. Burying his face into my hair, making the top of my scalp quite wet. 
We sat there in this position for lord knows how long, just holding each other. 
"At least he's in a better place." Mylo finally says, speaking both of our thoughts. 
"Yeah, that's the only good thing about this." I murmur. 
"Wanna get away?" He asks.
"Where are we gonna go?" I ask.
"We'll see Nelly, Dave and Tessa." He says. "It'll take our mind off things."
"Okay." I drag on the 'ay.'
He takes his key off and pushes it into the air, which is clouded with a sad atmosphere. "Mabuk." He mumbles and the portal opens. We both step through.
"Mylo!" Someone yells, we both turn and see Nelly, she was holding Tessa's hand, she looked about 5 now, it hadn't even been close to 2 years.
"Hey Nell, hey Tess." He says, they both greet him back.
"Have you two been crying?" Tessa asks. Nelly snaps into motherly instincts.
"What happened? Did one of you get hurt? Where's Eugene?" She asks, panic growing in her voice.
"Uh... Eugene, he... died." I explain softly, twisting the engagement ring on my finger. 
"Oh..." Her voice stopped suddenly. I look up at her, tear were slipping out of her eyes and down her cheeks. She was kinda close to Eugene, they both shared a liking for fashion, but that was as far as their friendship went. Tessa on the other hand didn't know Eugene. 
"I'm sorry." Tessa said, reaching up and taking my hand. 
"It's okay." I say, trying to hold back the tears. 
"It's okay to be upset, you guys were set to be married soon." Nelly says, wiping her own tears. Then the door swung open banging against the knickknacks displayed on a counter.