"Let's just stop playing this game," Boun gestured between himself and Prem, "I don't think we should be friends anymore."
Hearing those words come from Boun's mouth damn near crushed Prem to pieces. How could they not be friends anymore? They had...
When Gun called me, last night stating he had to take a few days off due to a family emergency I immediately woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. He would be out of the office for two weeks! I was worried, not as his boss, but as his friend. He never took time off, even when I suggested it, so hearing the stress in his voice I worried. He assured me that everything would be resolved by the time he came back, but that only eased my worries a little.
Gun being the dedicated person he was, already found a temporary replacement that mirrored his vast talents.
Lee Se Jin was an extremely talented Korean American tattooist who specializedin everything from nature to abstract and animals of all kinds: dogs, , jellyfish, birds—you name it, he inked it. He perfected the art of graphic watercolor tattoo work, and his animation skills were almost as good as Gun's.
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Lee Se Jin (From Mr. Heart)
Talent aside Lee was a sweetheart. To my relief he also got along with my other employees, by the third day he and Emmy were practically inseparable.
After texting Gun for the third day and getting the same generic response: I'm fine, don't worry. I busied myself with filling out applications for the next tattoo convention. Usually, Ohm handled this sort of thing, but he was off today also.
My cousin's house was on route to our shop and when I saw Fluke's car parked in his driveway so early in the morning, for the fourth time in a row, I couldn't suppress my smile.
At least one of us was happy.
Although I tried desperately not to think of Prem, it was unavoidable. You see, when one person has occupied most of your life, it's almost impossible not to think of them. When my friends tried to talk to me about him, I refused to listen. I stopped playing music because it seemed the universe was tormenting me with songs that reminded me of Prem.
Was Ohm, right?
Was I being selfish?
Should I be friends with Prem knowing I'll always want more?
Will I ever get over him?
The sound of crashing, followed by another even louder noise, interrupted my depressive thoughts.
"What the hell was that?" Max stood up from his booth.
A few moments later Lee came rushing inside with a frantic look on his face.
"Where's your first aid kit?" He asked Emmy anxiously.
"What happened?" She pressed, grabbing it from a nearby cabinet.
"Someone riding their motorcycle had a slight accident, he's clearly intoxicated, and injured." He explained as Emmy handed him the first aid kit. "saw the whole thing...he started his motorcycle and didn't even make it out of the parking lot."
