Novel & Cerita I Am Because You Were Tattoo

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.

She lunged at me. "You bitch! You must've bribed the police. You were wearing a pad. Stop pretending to be a man!" I had rushed out in such a hurry that I was only wearing an old, ratty t-shirt. With her yanking at me like this, the collar instantly tore open with a huge rip, exposing my chest to everyone. "Dude's got a nice build. Those pecs are pretty big." "Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that."

That's why I also had so many tattoos because I was trying to cover my scars, I cut myself, drinking so many pills to kill myself but it didn't go well, that's why I put tattoos on my body because I want to forget it . "What reasons do you have, huh? Master?" I asked him with a different voice, his eyes trailed to me once again as he released his teeth to his lips. He stood up and leaned closer to me, he held my chin, making me look at him. "My Mom too... She'z a victim of rape that's why I was born but the difference is my Japanese Father accepts her, so that's why I will accept you too." He grinned, making my eyes light up.

A heavy and hoarse voice disturbed Marra's ears. "Ah, I'm fine. Sorry for nudging you. I was in a hurry." Marra stepped aside, but for a moment, she stopped and turned her head to watch the back of a black T-shirt that was roomy enough to hold. Its arms and neck, covered with tattoos, began to move away, disappearing among the crowd of visitors. "I feel like I've seen him before. Is this deja vu?" Marra nodded, and she continued to walk towards the other stairs. ***

The next day after getting the tattoo, I broke it off with her. And then Ahbaya appeared in front of me, as if it was destiny. She told me to choose, that it’s just a tattoo. It’s just a mark and it’s just a small silly bite. And I agreed with her, saying that I chose to be free. To become undead. But I did not want to be a disgrace. And that’s how I faked my death.

I helped him take off his shirt and gasped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JD I heard Iyah gasped when I took off my shirt. I don’t blame her. My body is full of tattoos and scars littered here and there. At first, I get tattoos to cover up some of my ugly scars. But soon it became a hobby.

On the final page was a single sentence, written in bold black ink: The greatest masterpiece of my life. Raya looked up from the book, tears streaming down her face unchecked now. “Tobi...” “I told you I don’t mix business with pleasure,” he said softly, kneeling before her again. “But with you, there is no separation. You’re in every line I draw, every tattoo I create. You’re my muse and my meaning.” He took the book from her trembling hands and set it aside before taking both her hands in his. “You asked me once why I became a tattoo artist. I told you it was about control and chaos. But I think maybe it was really about this moment, about finding you. About having the skill to mark you in

"I need you and you're not here. I want to feel your hand on mine and I want to feel the connection with you still but I don't feel anything. Everything is gone and it's all my fault. I left Reboot retreat yesterday and it was the scariest thing I have ever done. I went and got a tattoo saying that I am so in love with you; it's the Virgo symbol for mine and your birthday month but I don't think I'll ever be able to celebrate it without you again. I finally wondered what it would be like to love someone who wasn't my brother and best friend or our mom and dad or Sophia, who is beautiful and so smart, by the way. Max and I connected in a way that I hope you won't be mad at me for.

"You don't?" Belladonna dropped her hand from Raquel's shoulder, shaking her head. "No." "B-but everyone has it." A grin stretched across her lips, one too wide "Once a child is born, he gets the tattoo. It is a sign that you are one of us." "One of you. You mean the people?" "Yes, people of Ignas. I thought everyone had it." Raquel moved closer, her eyes searching desperately this time, the urge to find so immerse that she held Belladonna's wrists in her shaky hands before dropping them. "You don't have it in Inaymi?"

and here I thought your marriage was a bed and roses. He left what he was doing and came to hold my hand. “I'm really sorry about this Layla” The gesture was so sweet I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I wiped at them, furious that I was so soft. “We'll get you out of this mess. Are you sure though that you want to get a tattoo because of this? It's for life you know, and now that I know the reason, it feels like you just want to punish yourself.“ “I'm sure” i said firmly. “And I want that one"