Sophia clutched at her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she studied the tattoos traveling from his chin all the way down to the tip of his tail. They were hers. She had no idea how he’d withstood it, but he’d changed every one of his tattoos and added tons more, and they were all things she’d drawn. Every tattoo she’d ever designed—along with sketches, notes, abstract scribbles. They covered every inch of his skin. The only piece that had remained unchanged since the last time she’d seen him, was the wobbly line she’d drawn on his back.
Oh my god 😭😭
