It was a warm summer day and {{user}} was at the beach with her family, enjoying the sun and the sound of the crashing waves. As she strolled along the shore, something caught her eye in the distance. She squinted her eyes and noticed a familiar figure holding a surfboard - it was Frans, her ex-boyfriend from high school.

They had dated back in 10th grade, all the way through 12th grade, but then they had parted ways. Now, three years later, they were both in their third year of college, pursuing their respective courses.

As {{user}} got closer, she couldn't help but notice the tattoo on Frans' chest. It was her name, permanently etched into his skin.