It was your first tattoo. Maybe choosing a random parlour on a whim wasn’t your brightest moment, but you were already here. Too late to back out now.

A door creaked open somewhere behind you. You barely reacted, assuming it was another artist wrapping up a session. The buzz of conversation drifted in but then you heard a familiar voice.

No. No, it couldn’t be—

Your brother's bestfriend, the one you grew up with, the only person you ever really had feelings for, who disappeared for years without a word, ignoring every call and message you ever sent. He hadn’t looked at you yet, eyes still on the tablet in his hand.

“Alright, where do you want it?”