Tattoo

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For the first 3 months Miranda cried every single day, most times silently in the shower, or when she glanced at her tattoo. She physically hurt without him and honestly it wasn't getting any better. It took Ben  along while to contact her, but she knew he was gone because she looked him up in the hospitals directory.

By month 4 she received a letter from him. Her heart raced finding it in the mail. Ben started off by apologizing for not contacting her right away then he told her that he was okay and that he relocated to Los Angeles California. He also informed her that he was becoming a surgeon and that he really loved it. The letter made her smile and feel better, better than she had in the last 120 days.

When Ben left to California he found an apartment and started the process of becoming a surgeon. It was thrilling. He had several women to pursue him, but he couldn't. His heart was still beating for a forbidden woman. Most nights he would find himself at the bar drinking whiskey. Whiskey was supposed to drown the memory, but that was a lie. Whiskey probably made him hurt more because the more he drunk the more he couldn't get her out of his head, hazy images of her were forever present.

One night Ben found himself stumbling into a tattoo shop.

"Hi how may I help you." The man behind the counter asked.

"Can I get this covered?" Ben asked holding up his constant reminder of the woman he loved, but couldn't have. "Can it be covered?"

"It's not coverable." He said sadly. "Trust me. I have tried on my self and others. It won't let you."

"Ughh." Ben huffed.

"I suggest you wear a watch and cover it up that way."

"Thank you for your time."

"No problem man, I wish I had better news."

Ben walked to his apartment that night and just laid on the bed. He missed her. He missed her and he only met her twice. There had to be a remedy for this. Someone had to have wrote it down somewhere. There is no way people have been feeling this kind of heart break for centuries.

The two thought about each other all the time. Somehow they began writing each other back and forth. It wasn't every week, but as often as they thought would be appropriate.

Miranda honestly couldn't take it anymore. She needed to be with him. She couldn't keep living without him. She made up in her mind that she was telling Tucker tonight and asking for a divorce. Hopefully it wouldn't go too bad, maybe he would understand. She was choosing Ben who she should have chose in the first place.

Miranda sat at the kitchen table waiting on him to get home. She noticed for the past two months he would come home late if she had their son. She never thought more about it until tonight when she needed to talk to him. What the hell was he doing?

Hearing the front door open she turned to look at him.

"Hey, we need to talk." Miranda said seriously. "There is food on the stove too."

She looked at his nervous state and gave him a odd expression.

"Okay just give me a second." Tucker said blowing out a breath and rolling up his sleeve to wash his hands.

"What is that?" Miranda asked looking at his tattoo from across the table. she couldn't read the date clear.

He quickly covered it with his hand and Miranda gasped.

"How long have you had it?" She questioned.

"A few months." He answered sheepishly.

"A few months. "Miranda stammered. "How few?"