"When did you get that?" She asked, pointing to my tattoo. It was the first and probably last tattoo I have. Even if I were to get another one, it would pale in comparison to this one. "It's beautiful"
The silence that followed the tape felt hollow and empty. She had listened to the end of the tape. The end of a life. Tears streamed down her face as she thought of the last lingering words said. She covered her face with her hands before leaning back in the chair. She wanted to cry or scream or yell, but when she tried her voice hitched in her throat. Her tears ran down her arms as she continued to weep.