Author's Note/////// Yall, Im sorry again for the late update. I am FINALLY BACK HOME. And guess what that means ...... DAILY UPDATESSS <3
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"I really do not need this....." I tell my therapist. "Honey, after the story you just told me, are you sure you dont? Because I think you desperately do." Ms.Kim, my therapist tells me. "Lets talk about happy things. Tell me about the new tattoo you got." "Oh let me show you." I excitedly tell her with a grin. I lift my sleeve to show her.
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"This is the first time I got a tattoo on my arm." I tell her with a grin. "So what made you finally get a tattoo on your arm. All your tattoos are on your body, why is this one on your arm?" Ms. Kim asks me with a soft smile, hoping for me to open up. "All this time, I thought of my tattoos as a way to hide my scars. But I have grown a liking to them." I explain to her. My own answer surprised me honestly. "So which tattoo is your favourite now." She asks and I immadiately think of the tattoo I got thinking of Yuta. "The one I got of the initial of my husband." I tell her happily. "That is nice. You seem to be in love with him. What about your least favourite tattoo." She asks me again. Throwing me off gaurd. "Umm.... the one of a butterfly, Its in my inner thigh,........ it kinda went through a lot with me...... I got it done on top of a previous wound, and ........He....... carved on it again with a knife..........." I started stuttering and Ms. Kim knew that was where the answer ended.
"So how was therapy?" Yuta asked me when I curled up on his lap after dinner. "It was.......surprisingly satisfying....." I tell him in a nervous tone. "I kinda also realised what my favourite and least favourite tattoo is....." "Hmm so which one is your least favourite one?" He asks. I tell him about the butterfly one. He knew about it. He saw it carved on, when he found me stripped and bleeding on the bathroom floor. "Hmm" was all he could say. I knew it hurt him too. "And your favourite?" he asks me in a giddy tone this time. I lift my sweatshirt to show him the tattoo of his initial I got on my belly. "Its a Y. For Yuta." I suddenly got shy and blushed a little, pulling down my shirt and burying my face on his chest all over again. "Wanna see something?" Yuta asks me again in a giddy tone and I can only nod. He lifts his tshirt and I could only find myself in shock. It was the same as the one I had in my inner thigh, the one that had so many bad memories, the one I hated the most, the one I will now love the most, having on my skin.
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He matched a tattoo with me, and it felt like, all the hatred I had for the butterfly on my skin suddenly went away. "If that carries bad memories for you, then lets share it, we can share the pain too." Yuta tells me in a soft tone, and kisses me on the lips.
