"that's a nice design, miss," says the burly tatoo artists covered in multiple tatoos as he looks at what i've drawn on the paper. IX XII XIV. 9 12 14. "if you don't mind me asking, what does it mean?" he asks as he prepares the needle.
"it's the date of my worst mistake," i reply gloomily.
"oh, i'm sorry for asking. i didn't mean to bring up such.."
i cut him off by saying,"it's fine. it might be nice to explain to somebody i'll never see again." he then touches the needle to the inside of my wrist as i start to explain. the story hurt worse than the needle.
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FanfictionIX XII XIV "you know i love you,right?" "of course i do." "and i'm so sorry for that."
