The bones clatter on cold floors.. Your hands trail over his exposed collarbone as he twirls you around. Two rejects who fell in love over broken music and broken hearts.

You were dancing around in your hut. You'd built it from scratch.. So close to being forgotten. Hector and you had met years ago, a few years after his death. After he realized no one put his photo up and he couldn't see his little girl.. And you? Well, you were a reject of a family who couldn't careless about you.

So here you were. Dancing to the music of the man who murdered him.. He had reunited with his first love, Imelda. His great great grandson, Miguel had brought them back together.

So now, you dance for the last time. Before he forgets you. Like everyone else.