Words In A Heart Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

she says in the end, observing the heart tattoo on my arm. "Yeah?" "It's kind of like a reminder that you have a heart, even though I sometimes forget that you do. I think you forget that, too." she says and looks up at me through lashes. I shake my head. "I don't have a heart." "How can you say that?" she says, her brows furrowed. "Because it's true." I reply, meaning every single word. Sophia shakes her head."You wouldn't be here with me, reading to me and making me feel better if you didn't have a heart, Axel."

On the other side of the heart, in very small cursive writing are the words ‘My Heart, My Soul’. Oh wow, this is the sweetest thing ever. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, this was so beautiful and so special. I love him so damn much. “Do you like it?” he asked watching me. I held it to my chest and smiled at him, trying to hold back the tears. “I love it. I love it so much, thank you” I cooed, “It’s our pack symbol” he said opening my hand and pointing to the three moons,

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.

There was a tattoo over his heart. I noticed it as my eyes finally — finally — began to climb back up. Some kind of writing, dark ink against his skin, lettering I couldn't make out at this distance and in this light but that gave the impression of something deliberate. Something he had chosen carefully and placed precisely. A line of script over his actual heart.

That’s when I spotted something else that made my breath hitch. A tattoo. I had glimpsed it once before when he stretched during a hockey game, but I hadn’t thought much of it then. Now I could see it clearly in the soft light. It ran along his ribs, just below his heart, I traced the letter slowly. First words in another language I couldn’t read. Then English: “whatever you are, I’m not afraid. My fingers hovered. This felt too intimate. What if he woke? Before I could pull back, my eyes drifted lower.

If you asked my Beta, he'd probably just say I loved rhyming words but the twat understood close to nothing at times. Tattoos were next. When poetry couldn't help my fucked up mind, I resorted to something else. Another form of art. This time, instead of speaking my pain through words, I spoke them through images. They always said a picture held a thousand words. Only few understood just how true that statement was. My first tattoo was on my chest, above my heart. A perfectly drawn wolf with Tatum's initials, birth date, and the day I found her dead scripted beneath. She would always live in my heart, my mind, my memories. All my fucking memories, including the day I found her bloodied corps

My vision slowly turned dark but my gaze caught something against his chest. A tattoo over his heart. It was a wolf paw print, simple but very striking against his white skin. It was dark and underneath it, I could make out some initials. N.B. Warmth filled me as the person pressed me against his chest and this time I didn’t fight back the darkness. Exhaustion and pain overtook me as the world around me blurred and everything went black.

She instructed Thomas to follow at a distance. The car finally stopped outside an upscale tattoo studio. Through the glass window, she watched Wyatt unbutton his shirt, revealing his solid, sculpted chest. The tattoo artist asked him something. Wyatt pointed to his heart and said two words. From the shape of his lips, it was unmistakable. "Vera."

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

Her heartbeat completely dropped when Adrian removed his shirt. Everyone whistled but her heart ached when that tattoo machine got pressed against his skin. Adrian turned his eyes again at her. Their gazes got fastened. His jaw slightly clenched whereas her fists tightened when that machine started piercing on his skin because he might be enduring that pain but she was feeling it. It was hurting him. She could clearly see it which turned her eyes watery. Finally they got done with their work. Adrian got up and turned around. Her soul shivered when she saw his deep red skin where her name had been carved inside a heart on the left side of his chest where his heart was.