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Then her eyes landed on a very small cursive writing on the left side of his chest. She squinted her eyes so she could see it clearly. Then her eyes widened. 'ARIEON' was written on it with little hearts and a small sun. Why would he tattoo my name to his body? Especially on his left chest?, she thought as she looked back at him. He looked so beautiful and innocent while he slept. She couldn't believe she was still in love with him. I'll still love you even if you'll never love me, a tear slipped down her cheek as she traced the tattoo with her fingers.

My face heated up instantly. I looked away for half a second, but of course my eyes betrayed me and went right back. That was when I noticed the tattoo. It was on the left side of his chest, close to his heart. Black ink, clean lines, bold letters. It looked like Latin or something old and important. I had no idea what it meant, but the way it sat there—right over the place where his heartbeat was—it felt… private. Like it wasn’t just a tattoo but a memory someone had carved into him.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there. I noticed a tattoo of a heart on the left side of his chest. Instead of an arrow going through it, it was a rose. The heart was empty in the middle, except for the letter "A" at the top of the inside of the heart. An image of a man, who I could only pinpoint as Michelangelo in my head, came to mind and I could see him sculpturing this Adonis to pure, Italian perfection, and my, what a sight he was. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to stare?" I was brought out of my ogling.

As her gaze drops to my bare chest, her eyes sparkle, seeing the tattoo there. Right over my heart, in elegant, bold script, is her name: Selena—tattooed permanently on my skin with a small heart next to it, like a symbol of where she truly belongs. “I can’t believe it… You…” she breathes, fingers stroking the tattoo. “You did this for me?” Her voice trembles with emotion. I take her hand in mine and press a kiss to her fingertips, my eyes fixed on her. “Of course, love. You’re my heart. Now, you’re a part of me forever.”

My heart won’t allow it I look into the mirror and get a crazy idea throw on my jacket grab my keys and head out the door informing my father I will meet everyone at the funeral knowing deep down I won’t be there I will never say goodbye to my love and my child, never! Walking into the tattoo shop I can’t help but to look around at all the art work and tattoos plastered all over the walls, amazing! “Thanks, how can I help you”? I hear snapping me back to reality umm I need a tattoo, two of them actually I tell the man with big arms and amazing art work all over his body. “ what did you have in mind”? Umm you see….. I proceeded to tell him the whole story than told him to freestyle two pieces

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

I'm not feeling any pain, but my heart is just beating faster than usual and I know why. I shut my eyes and bite my lower lips then pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. How can someone be so hot!" I muttered to myself. I'm not even sure I'd be able to show my face in front of him again after what I saw. I felt this urge to hug him but I'm fuckin going crazy. I did also notice that he has a black heart tattoo on his chest. I looked down at the jacket I'm holding then I smiled and hugged it tight.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.