prompts: silk moon, & etiolated
the moon outside is bright and full, and hugo lays there in his bed, staring out at it, feeling very un-hugo-like. usually he's all grins and full of life, but now he's etiolated.
whatever he had going with fred, it's over now. fred's with the girl of his dreams and hugo's left here to remember how silky his hair felt under his hands and the way his lips tasted against his.
it's all in the past for fred, just an experimentation he easily moved on from, but for hugo; he lives in the past every day, wasting away his present.