Cecil's heart was both full and empty.
It was full of love for his scientist, full of the good times he had missed so badly. So full of happiness and light and all the other things he felt when those perfect teeth smiled and when he touched that perfect hair.
And it was finally emptying of the worry and despair of the last few... months? Had it been that long? Time was weird. Love was weirder though. Even if linear time progression wasn't a conspiracy, his ache for Carlos had made it stretch on and on and on, until finally, finally, this moment. At this moment, all his hopelessness was leaking out through the cracks in his heart: fixing them.
He had found the door. The old oak door on the other side of which lay his boyfriend. His fingers itched to open it, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head was warning him - not yet. Savour the moment, it told him. Right before - that's when it cut off. He couldn't remember why he should wait. And suddenly he couldn't. He needed to see Carlos, healthy and safe. Back in his arms. He just couldn't stand being away a second longer.
He reached for the doorknob.
He twisted it.
He pulled.
It opened.
And there was a blinding flash of light.
Cecil's eyes opened. His heart was full again, but of the hopelessness, and the worry that he would ever again see Carlos. That he would never hold him again. He rolled over in his bed, pulling the covers over his head. He didn't cry. He had when he first started having the dream, but now - well, there were only so many tears you could cry.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed my angsty punctuation and heartbreaking plot curves.