Tattoo - 15+

Serena has a tattoo on her wrist, that is never spoken of. About six months ago, her fiance was killed in the crossfire of a gunfight, just as the tattoo had starten to heal on Serenas wrist. It read 'Mason', the name of her now past away fiance.
Clubbing and going out was always Serenas thing, but after her loss, her club - and alcohol use has increased significantly.
Every one-night stand is an attempt of a rebound, but someone worthy of the title doesn't seem to show. That is, until Jason appears. Rich, selfish, confident, but oddly kindhearted, he is maybe exactly what Serena is looking for. She convinces herself that no one, and especially not her, needs true love, when they can have hot and passionated sex, alongside a smoking hot boyfriend who buys everything she points at.
She couldn't have been more wrong... *Warning* Sexual paragraphs will occur later on in the story! Reading is your personal responsibility!


2. Prologue

Once, I actually liked irony. The irony of life, was some sort of humorous thought, only staying in a sliver of a second, but long enough for me to crack a smile.

But that was the kind of irony, where you miss a train, because you had to run back home for the ticket, or when you didn't have the money to get to a concert because you had to pay for fuel to go there.

It lightened up life a bit.

At some point, that changed.

It was the 13th of July, and I was walking home from at trip to town. It was then I got the call. I froze when the man at the end of the line said the words, but it felt like they were said in some other language. He could right as well have spoken Korean or German.

“Miss, I'm afraid something bad has happened to your fiance...”

It was a gunfight. He had been caught in the crossfire. One bullet punctured his lung, another went right through the main artery in his throat. He was dead when the police found him.

Here was the irony a lot more serious than usual. A week earlier, I had got his name tattooed on my wrist, and the gunfight had been in front of that very same tattoo shop.

It felt like the not-yet-healed tattoo was stinging more than it had for days.

Mason... His name burned on both my tongue and my wrist, setting fire to the rest of my body.

Mason my love.

The only good thing this tattoo has ever done, is making sure I never forget you...

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