chapter 1 new start

y/n, you can do this

you 've got this in the bag.

lt'll be like ripping off a band-Aid: fast, and (hopefully) only slightly painful. you hover outside the glass doors of the tattoo shop, peering into the gloomy depths beyond. the difference between the bright , sunlit street

you 'er standing on now and the Dark

space inside is incredible. lt like a whole different words in there. the walls are dark,

covered up in sketches and ideas, sample

art and pictures of past clients. the floor

is back tile, and the lighting is dim and haz.

smoke hangs in the air like a cloud.

you can see a couple of guys milling around inside aimlessly, talking a break in the lull

between customers there 's one sitting behind the counter, lazily scrolling through

his phone. a cigarette is clamped in between

his lips,the dull orihime light on the end reflecting off of the ring encompssing the slight fullness of his bottom lip. his face is

young looking, which combines in a shoking

manner with all of the ink body. especially the

tear-shaped tattoo on the crest of his cheek,

right below the corner of his eyes. he 'll be crying for the rest of eternity.