OLIVIA
The next morning, I woke up with puffy eyes, evidence of the tears that had stained my cheeks throughout the night. Sleep had evaded me, replaced by the whirlwind of emotions that had stormed through me after the tumultuous encounter with Ely. My heart felt heavy, burdened by the weight of my feelings and the complicated situation I found myself in.
Dragging myself out of bed, I went through the motions of getting ready for the day. I couldn't afford to let my emotions consume me completely. There was work to be done, responsibilities that demanded my attention.
As I stepped into my tattoo studio, a sense of familiarity and solace washed over me. The buzz of the tattoo machines, the smell of ink and antiseptic, and the array of colors and designs on display all served as a comfor
