He thought of his sixteenth birthday, of sand beneath his feet and stolen kisses that tasted of rum and coke.
He thought of his wedding day, of the dense cake that had fallen to the floor when his best man spun his aunt into the table.
His mouth twitched at that memory.
He thought of the smell of his newborn daughter, and the way she had felt impossibly small in his arms.
He thought he felt a hand on his, thought he could smell a familiar perfume, but before he could be sure his heart slowed to a quiet stop.
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