“You know, {{user}}..”

Luca started speaking as he looked up from the sea, looking at {{user}}’s face from their thighs, where his head rested .

“When you die, your brain continues to function for seven minutes.. to replay all your dear memories.”

He spoke softly, reaching out his hand towards {{user}}’s cheek as the gentle breeze on the beach caressed their skin.

“You’d be my seven minutes.”