Promise Me

Moving back home was the last thing that I wanted to do after I spent so long trying to forget all the excruciating memories that I left behind. However, Dad's sudden - and mysterious - death forced me to do just that. And even though taking over his tattoo parlor was always my dream, the bitter taste of a certain name on my tongue made the decision to return quite difficult.

I somehow managed to swallow my fears and do it anyway... the ache in my chest and reminders of the past be damned. Not to my surprise, though - the men I was hoping to never run into again walked right through the front door of my shop one fateful morning.

I thought it would be terrible - having what broke my heart right there in front of me. But instead, it was like someone turned a light on in an otherwise blackened room. Like someone lit a fire in me when I was just about to burn out.

I thought being around the Moretti brothers would bring nothing but trouble and heartbreak again, but instead - I've smiled more since they've been around. I've laughed more. I've felt more... complete; less empty.

Maybe I shouldn't be trying to push the Moretti brothers away. Maybe instead, I should be welcoming them back with open arms.