Brett

Epilogue

Bretts POV

"You sure you want this done? If you get it done, you're going to be fired from your job." Scott asks.

"Yes, I'm sure. She would've loved it." I replied and he nodded.

"Alright, let's go." Scott says and I nod, grabbing my stuff and heading out the front door.

My eyes scanned the room that I sat in as I heard the sound of the constant buzzing of the tattoo gun.

"She must've been amazing." My tattoo artist commented. I have come to learn his name was Chris.

"Yeah, she was." I looked down at the floor, chewing my bottom lip.

Just like she used to when she was nervous.

"We got engaged a couple weeks before graduation. We were supposed to live our life and be happy together. We were supposed to go off to college together, get married, and live life. Come to find out from the autopsy report she was pregnant with my baby. Only 6 weeks, but still." I spoke, my voice dull. No emotion whatsoever.

"If you don't mind me asking, how'd she go?" Chris questioned, focusing on the gun as he refilled it with the black ink.

Her favorite color.

"Uhm, we were out one night and we got mugged. They ended up stabbing her in the stomach and she bled to death." I lied. That wasn't the truth. That wasn't the truth at all.

She hates it when people lie.

"Wow, I'm sorry man." Chris sympathizes and the buzzing from the gun starts up again. He gets back to work and I sigh.

"It's alright, everything happens for a reason. I really loved her you know? I still do, it's just..." I thought for a second.

"Complicated?" Chris raises and eyebrow and I nod. "I understand. Same thing happened to my wife and I. We had our kids with us though. Our kids watched their mother die." He says sadly. "But like you said, things happen for a reason. Mine? I was a really bad alcoholic. Once I got full custody of my kids, I had to sober up, and be a real dad. Now, here I am today, I'm the 'cool dad' that everyone of my kids' friends wished they had." He chuckled and I joined along with him.

The buzzing stops and he pulls away.

"All done kid, wanna take a look?" He asks and I sheepishly nod. I stand up, grabbing ahold of my shirt, before standing in front of a mirror. "You like it?"

"I love it." I said lowly. "Thanks man, honestly." I clapped hands with him.

"No problem. Let's get you wrapped up and get you out of here." He says and I nod.

"Where do I pay?" I questioned but he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, it's on the house." He smiles.

"Thanks again." I gave him a weak smile before he wrapped me up.