୨ ♡ ୧ 〔 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀... 〕
ㅤ ▬▬ ⠀⠀❛ Together, there was nothing that could stop the two of them. ❜
ㅤ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆ ❪ 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙭 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚. ❫ 🔭𖨆♡︎𖨆 ⋆ ̊
▍˖ ❛ there is no we to this story since the two o...
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THE ART OF PATIENCE was a practice [Name] was never skilled in. Usually, when she got really angry, she would lose control of her feelings and let them flow out of her like rivers returning to the sea. But in this moment, the smell of fresh ink and burning incense comforted her.
It felt like home, honestly.
Inside the tattoo parlor was everything but a horror; the lights were dimly lit, scattering over the costumers dealing a deck of cards since they're about to play poker, and the cozy atmosphere building as music wafted through the air. There were even fake vines decorating the walls, and plants tucked away in corners. And as the setting sun persisted on beaming down on the bustling city, many are captured in nostalgia consisting of sweet, spring days and summertime fun leaving the other seasons to be nothing more than fleeting memories and buried anguish.
The light continued to spread onto the employees who were now clocking in for the evening shift. Anyone could tell when one hurriedly came after the other, the constant chime of the bell ringing through the esctasty. A reminder of the bitter cold world outside.
