I swore I’d spend the rest of my days falling asleep with that mural watching me, and when the time came for me to leave Clint’s, another one would go up at my next destination. I peered down at the expanse of skin on my rib cage, then back at my work in progress. A wall wouldn’t be enough. I needed Clint seared into my flesh. I wanted to pay tribute to him with my body. I wanted him with me forever.
Raven, we should really look into therapy.
