On his wrist, he loved.

On his wrist, an untold love story is told.

On his wrist, he pursued.

A motorcycle.

A girl.

And a heartbreak.

......

The motorcycle revved to life blasting through the streets. The wheels thundered on the gravel quickly treading through the trail. Horns honked as the bike speeded towards its destination.

...

A destination?

That man has never had a destination.

He's a lost soul with no home.

He's never had a destination and never will.

Because he is dead?

No, it's because he gave up.

Do you remember his sacrifice now?

What sacrifice? She was nothing compared to us.

You made him destroy her.

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"My name is Haylee!" She smiled holding out her hand in front of the large male. She leaned down with her hand welcoming him.

"Xerxes." He mumbled a greeting at the annoying bubbly girl. He ran his fingers up and down his hair continuing with his painting.

A spot beside him rustled as the girl plopped down on it. With a lollipop in her mouth, she gave him a smile wider than the ocean. "It's such a great view over here!"

Xerxes scoffed rubbing his brush against his hand frustratingly. Dipping the acrylics in the paint he drew a precise stroke right down the sides.

"I've never seen anybody paint this beautifully before." Haylee politely looked over his shoulder quietly admiring the painting. As he made no comment she gave him a flower while standing up and skipping into the streets of New York.

....

She came back every day after that.

Always reminiscing about the small girl he could never forget.

A girl that didn't fit in with his lifestyle.

For short, he went back always remembering the girl with purple rimmed glasses and chunky hair that was most likely cut off impulsively.

A season of blossoms began that day.
A new city, a new reminder, and a new beginning.

This was the day a love greater than any formed. A love that even gods were jealous of.

.....

"Xerxes!!! You are not making me get on that metal death trap for anything in the world!" She screeched standing as her boyfriend threw her over the shoulder.

"Aw is someone afraid?" Xerxes rolled his eyes whilst slapping her butt. He chuckled watching as she struggled to hit him.

"XERXES, IF YOU DROP ME I WILL DROPKICK YOUR ASS!" She squealed as he reached under her miniskirt. He pulled her in for a soft kiss with a smile.

Xerxes shushed her as the neighbors eyes had wandered. "You're bothering the neighbors with your annoyingness."

"Well you dated my annoyingness so joke's on you!" He plopped his woman down on his bike gripping her tightly.

She looked into his bright eyes gripping his short black hair. She stared and stared until she pulled him into a kiss. She ran her hands up and down him as he supported her.

They broke apart completely out of breath staring into each other's eyes. Haylee lay her head on his shoulder thoughtfully as they made their way towards his motorcycle.

"Do you promise that you'll never leave me?" She rustled in his arms with a lonesome expression. Xerxes hesitantly smiled glancing into her eyes with a soft pained expression. "Of course, we have all the time in the world."

...

They both knew it wouldn't last forever.

He was a runaway that ran from responsibility.

It was as simple as that.

They were never meant to be with each other.

Were you jealous? Were you jealous he found someone to love that wasn't you?

You ruined a man for your own selfish purpose.

You ruined a love greater than any by thinking you were above it all.

I am not jealous.

Darling, it's 'I was not jealous.'

I could never be jealous of something fake.

You and I both know they loved each other.

That was the purest love any human being could conjure.

You made him give up that for the notion of security, and you began my rein of ruin.

That is not true! He wasn't ready for a relationship!

Excuses, darling. All meaningless excuses.
Excuses that may cause your end.

Your selfish fears made way for insecurities. Insecurities that we had no strength for he was just a boy.

Just a boy.

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Xerxes held her hips carefully as thunder boomed across the sky. Droplets of water fell from the sky gradually. He revved the engine quickly towards her apartment.

Gripping her waist tightly he nuzzled against her parking his motorcycle. He lifted her off quickly feeling the rain prickle his tan skin.

The rain gradually got heavier and heavier as they both stood together. Haylee peeked out from behind his shoulder curiously. She tapped and skipped along the gravel breaking free from his grip. Dancing in the moonlight and rain she stomped on puddles of water.

"Come on! There's no use in getting wet for no reason!" She giggled as the rain dribbled down her face. Her bright blue eyes glowing in the dark.

He ran towards her gleefully spinning her around and around until they both got dizzy. The rain dribbled off his forehead as he brought her in close.

.....

I-I.. am sorry.

....

A tattoo is a tattoo, a writing on skin.

A painting ingrained within the particles of your every being.

With it is told a story, a pamphlet, and a poem.

Even if you removed it the tattoo's existence would still be there. Just as in your heart.