[His answering laughter is bright, like silver overpolished to the point of scratching.]
Strawberry shortcake, if there are options. Always strawberry shortcake.
[His mother's cake, he thinks, had been vaguely vanilla-flavored. He doesn't fully remember it. Time has done strange things to this memory, as it does to most of them. He remembers the candles, the rare smile, the way his lungs filled too quickly and tightly. He can't remember if it tasted good, if he managed to blow out two or three of the five before he choked on his breath, if he actually had the words in his native language to conceptualize that it was the death of a wish.
Sugar coated his fingers, his aching throat. He remembers that it was a distraction, for awhile, a treat to focus on as a slender shadow drifted away and furniture scraped in the distance.
His hand is over his mouth, and he's not sure when that happened.
Remove, reset.]
Whipped cream, too. I think... it's always been my favorite.
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Strawberry shortcake, if there are options. Always strawberry shortcake.
[His mother's cake, he thinks, had been vaguely vanilla-flavored. He doesn't fully remember it. Time has done strange things to this memory, as it does to most of them. He remembers the candles, the rare smile, the way his lungs filled too quickly and tightly. He can't remember if it tasted good, if he managed to blow out two or three of the five before he choked on his breath, if he actually had the words in his native language to conceptualize that it was the death of a wish.
Sugar coated his fingers, his aching throat. He remembers that it was a distraction, for awhile, a treat to focus on as a slender shadow drifted away and furniture scraped in the distance.
His hand is over his mouth, and he's not sure when that happened.
Remove, reset.]
Whipped cream, too. I think... it's always been my favorite.