the cold air hits your face when you walk into the tattoo removal shop.

the tattoo holds lots of memories, it was there during your worst and best days.

you glance at the man behind the counter, but you dont meet his eye.

there's no could you could, he was going to see something so personal of yours.

he leads you to tattoo chair,"Where is it?" he asks, his voice almost familiar, was he a high school friend?

"um, it's on my rib." you lift your shirt showing him, its a initial.

initial of your ex.

you guys had matching tattoos, you assumed that he already gotten his removed after this long. it's been 5 years.

he sucked in a breath, eyes zoning in on it.

"are you okay?" you ask, what happened?

"i'm fine" he grumbled.

while working, his shirt lifted up a bit, you peek at his tan skin.

your eyes widen when you see your initial as a tattoo on his rib.