Destined to be.

|| Back story. ||

Jovhan. The boy who will never learn to accept who he is jovhan was born in 1993 , October twelfth which means he's a libra, he grew up with a single father. Matthew, his mother emeral left whenever she was only eight. It wasn't that bad, the only bad part was having to watch his sisters grow up without a mother figure. Having to watch them struggle alone as his father and he never knew how to help. Having his parent leave so suddenly scarred him , made him never want kids of his own. The trauma was enough to not want kids, he'd never want to put his own child through that. || first person ||

- I hate Fridays, I hate the fact drunken people come in at night, I hate seeing people struggle to talk, struggle to even walk. It recounts me , I hate drinking. Even the smell of it revolts me, it brings me back memories of my father. Watching him sit , indulging his hole life into alcohol , and work. Seeing his face become so dull as he watched people come in and out of the house, taking us out. watching unbothered by us leaving the home. Being taken away by complete strangers, I'm more than sure he loved it. I was thrown from my thoughts as I heard footsteps my eyes fluttered , seeing a gorgeous red head girl walking into the room, seeing her pretty freckles.. her gorgeous golden eyes, her soft cherry lips.. I was lost in her eyes. Though, yet again I was thrown from my thoughts upon hearing her her soft voice. "Hi!" She beamed, god even her voice was angelic. I slowly sat up from my chair, " I'd like a tattoo.. preferably a small one. Maybe just a small heart on my thigh?" I hummed in response, as I gently pat the bed. " sit down, I don't bite. " I grinned , stepping back allowing her room to sit down. My hand glided up her thigh, " let me guess.. you'd like it on your inner thigh?" I ask smiling at her, her cheeks flushed brightly as she slowly nodded. " please" I turned my torso around grabbing my tattoo gun, " you signed the papers with Michael, right?" Micheal is the man at the front desk, he's like an office lady yet he's a guy, a 5'7 blonde haired boy. Full of tattoos and piercings. My eyes met hers, my gaze focused on her eyes. " I have. " she reassured biting her lower lip.