Tattoos For Lost Friends Novels & Stories

“It doesn’t seem possible, especially when it first happens. But this is exactly how it progresses for all of us.” I stared at her, not sure how Allera made it through each day without her one true love. She touched the side of her eye where her mark had faded. “I’m sure the pull from the mark is why the tattoo fades after one dies. The pain with it there would probably be more than we could bear. The misery’s quite intense without it, anyway. I’m almost glad it’s gone.” Except, I could tell she wasn’t glad at all. She wanted her mark back. She wanted her one true love back.

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

My heart was clenching with anguish. "Brenda, I tattooed my body to inflict pain on myself. Not only that but also to remember you as the girl who broke me. It's why most tattoos signify my lost love and the day she was born." Anguish was embedded in each and every syllable that exited his mouth. "Jake." I gave his hand an assuring squeeze. "I am so-sorry that you went through that." I sniffled. "It was your fault. I know that now." He gently brushed away the tears that had stained my cheek. "Furthermore, I have grown attached to them. I won't be erasing them any time soon." He added.

“Fucker cheated… but damn. Even without his second wolf, he dominated everyone. Fucking Kyle.” “Still can’t believe he is gone.” Gavin shook his head. “Why did you never tell them about your tattoo?” I didn’t lose sleep when Kyle died. However, I respected him. Only because we did things similarly. More than once, we did a mission together that was completely off the books. These tattoos were a symbol of the world we formed. A symbol of doing what needed to be done and no one knowing. Brent and Jason made their public. However, I kept my hidden.

Ash nods, squeezing her waist with his hand. “And you never should, Honey.” She looks up at him, her eyes shining with tears yet to fall. He grabs his handkerchief and dries her eyes carefully. “Gone, but not forgotten. Just like our mothers, and a lot of other people along the way. We have lost friends over the years too. You commemorate them in your tattoo, I write about them. I have journals with details of friends who have died one way or another. It helps me to remember and honour them.” Eliza tilts her head at him, but blinks a few times then nods. Giving him a half-smile. When he looks back at them, Charlie and Serena are looking at him with a measure of reverence. He furrows his brow

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.”

Finally, I had second brother and treated him like my own brother, he said with joy. Atty. Nicdao, Mr. Jones and I, are best friends since then. One time, Mr. Jones invited us in a tattoo shop and said, "As a sign of our strong friendships, let's put a tattoo on our pulse." We went to the tattoo shop and followed Mr. Jones, the tattoo maker asked what sign we want to be painted in our pulse, Atty. Nicdao suggested an infinity sign. So, we agreed. I told them to put it on my left hand because I'm left-handed, they wanted to make it uniform so, they asked the tattoo maker to make the tattoo on their left hand too, he said reminiscing those days, he smiled. "I missed them"

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.

Mark tensed. Brian rolled his eyes. “I need to get dressed. I’ll be gone before you know it, and then you two can continue doing whatever it was you were about to do.” “Um, wait. I…” Mark untangled himself from Trey’s embrace and pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket. He spread it across the dresser. It was a drawing of Brian’s and Trey’s guitars crossed at the necks with Sinners’ band logo above the V-shape. “I’m going to have this tattooed across my back and I wanted to include your signatures under the guitars. A tribute to my favorite guitarists.” He glanced at Trey nervously and quickly averted his gaze to settle on Brian. “You guys rock. I absolutely idolize you. I want to be yo

To the side, Kade gently took her hand and squeezed it. Not long after, Alex and Cara both joined them holding hands. They both bowed their heads slightly to Caleb and Meadow, then joined them on the round table. "Sorry for the delay, we were just letting our tattoos heal…" Said Cara with a bright smile. "Tattoos? What tattoos?" Viorra asked. "We decided to make this Valentine's day different and simple; we both had our late son Peyton's name tattooed on the back of our necks, see?" Cara replied as she tilted her head and showed Viorra and the rest, the elegant name of his dead son.