“Why did you get my name tattooed on you twice?” “I didn’t. I got your name tattooed on me seventeen times.” She gasps and jerks back slightly. “What?” she shrieks. I reach out and gently cup her chin. “I wanted your name carved into me the same number of times you were hurt. I needed to feel your pain too. I wanted to absorb it, so you never experience it again. So you know just how fucking loved you are. I’d cover my entire body in your name if I didn’t already have so much ink.”
