Prologue
"Does it hurt?" he asked breaking the awkward silence between them.
"Does what hurt?"
"The cutting thing" he mumbled
"Oh. Um. Well it did at first but now I'm used to it" she said barely audible.
He nodded his head in response and leaned back in his chair.
"Does it hurt?" She asked just as curious about him as he was about her.
"Does what hurt?" he said not making eye contact.
"The tattoos."
"It did at first but now I'm used to it." he copied her response.
She nodded and sucked in a deep breath. It was the perfect time to ask the one question that she had been dying to ask. "Why do you do it?"
