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“Tell me about the tattoo.” He sighs before going on, as if he regrets starting down this road with me. “I’ve never seen anything like it. That was part of the reason I wanted to do it. It was a nice piece. Stormy seas, breaking waves on these crags that jutted out of the water like shark teeth - lots of lines and shadows, lots of small hidden images within, even the shadow of a girl’s face. Your face, Loli. That’s how I know.”

These two people have always been so kind to me, I cannot deny them anything. “Ask away.” His shoulders relax instantly, and they both smile kindly at me. “I noticed the beautiful tattoo on your back the other night. Can I ask if there is a special meaning for it?” I smile sadly, thinking of my tattoo. Before I met Grant, I would not even have considered telling them about it, but now, since I have already shared my story once I feel comfortable sharing it with these two, kind people. “Well, I got it done as a memorial of sorts. To remember my dad.”

An animated daisy with a smiley face in its bright yellow center decorated his skin at the base of his left big toe. “The moral to this story is never pass out drunk when Eric Sticks is picking out your wicked awesome tattoo.” “And it’s permanent?” “Yeah, until I get it removed.” He grinned. “Or maybe I’ll keep it. No one will see it there. Unless I go to the beach.” She was surprised he seemed so cool with it. Shouldn’t he be upset that a friend had tricked him into getting an embarrassing tattoo while he was too drunk to stop it? “Didn’t you get mad?”

They entered through the double glass doors and the artist, a beautiful woman inked from neck to toe, gave both of them a bright smile and gestured for Erin to settle in a prone position on the leather bed. “Where do you want it?” she asked, and Erin pointed behind her right thigh. The tattoo artist then smacked the stencil on the exposed skin and began with the lining, while Akira sat patiently next to the bed. “What were you going to say about Chester?” Akira asked and Erin turned her face towards her. “His name is Chester Dante.” Erin pointed at Akira’s pocket by pouting her lips. “Filthy rich, hot guy. I*******m famous… look him up.”

Liliana compliments, standing beside me with Anarchy in her arms. “Thank you, I’m excited to teach Raven. I’ve been tattooing our kind for about a century now, practice makes perfect,” Ares admits while reaching out tracing part of Benjamins tattoo, making him flinch not expecting the touch. “What’s wrong little man?” Embry questions making me look over at to see Gunnar in his arms, squirming out of his blanket as he whimpers. “What is it, Bubba?” I question while brushing my fingers across Gunnar’s hot cheek, making me smile seeing his blue eyes glow.

I know it's because of what happened this evening, or maybe it was the weight of what this tattoo meant. As Demi prepared the ink and traced the design on my shoulder, Tristan reached for my hand and squeezed it.“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, though my throat burned. The buzzing needle began, and I braced for pain, but it wasn’t pain... It was release. With every line she etched into my skin, it felt like I was reclaiming something. Not just loss, but love and strength. I stared forward, my eyes were wet, watching the needle move with precision in the mirror. “I feel like I didn't get to say goodbye in a proper way,” I whispered.

That only means one person, the tattooed stranger. “Now spill, no detail excluded” Kara said excitedly after catching up with her. ~~~ “Sounds like you almost had sex kath, I’m getting wet from just hearing it ” Kara cooed after my narration “You can say that again Kara, I feel so damn hot thinking about it” I responded “So why didn’t you get his number?” Kara asked disappointed “Did you miss the part where he left in a hurry?” I asked “Oh true, who even works by that time?” She screamed in frustration, the details is exactly what she loves to her. Crazy Kara!

“And a sea eagle. Your totem animal? Your mother saw a sea eagle when she did you feel for the first time that you were moving in your womb? Another nod. “Yes, I got the tattoos when I was fifteen, getting in touch with my roots. “Hmm. You were too young to make a decision like that. I bet you asked permission from your parents. Absentmindedly, she pulled the sleeping mask off her head and ran her fingers through her hair. - No. They fought a lot and said that I was an idiot and that I would regret this until the end of life. "And did you regret it?" Damien shook his head firmly in denial. He wasn't a guy who talked with spirits the way its protagonist Kalti did, but those tattoos had faded.

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

The next time I received news of Evan was a year later. It was during a weekend get-together with my childhood friend, Anya Bern, who excitedly told me about it. "By the way, have you heard about Evan and that tattoo artist girl he ended up with?" I was midway through stirring my coffee when I paused. Anya went on in a grumbling tone, "He was working on a project when Isabel’s water suddenly broke. She gave birth to a baby girl.