he took his hand in mine, pulling me close to him. as I stood directly in front of him, he slides his hand up to his face to adjust his glasses and snapback. my breath hitched at how adorable and innocent he was.
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"I'm no good for you."
"Baby don't you worry about that."
"I'm gonna hurt you though."
"I'm always gonna be right here"
"....."
"What's this tattoo of a hand?"
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it symbolizes somebody reaching out to help me up, when I was having a rough time.
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"What're you doing?"
"Reaching out to help you up, love."
he hesitated after that.
"I.... I love you."
"I can't love you, I'm sorry."
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tattoos
Short StoryEach of her tattoos have a story behind them, she never spoke of them until he came along. "Some people have charm bracelets, others have necklaces, Well I have tattoos."
