you were a tattoo artist

someone walks in it was your ex mike.

he wanted to get a tattoo removal

you tell him “where is the tattoo”

he rolls up his sleeve and shows his shoulder blade and it was your name.

you tried your best not to cry even though u didnt want to remove his initial on you

you excused yourself to the bathroom fast and started breaking down

you heard a knock on the door “hey you okay in there?”

“yeah s-sorry i got something in my eye”