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second home years later. I knew that tattoo parlor was something special, but never expected Cursed Magic and Steve to become a part of my life once again.
    Now here I sit, in that same apartment I moved into all those years ago, looking at the ink he and I created on my skin.
    A single tear falls from my eye and I’m not certain if it’s for me or the fact that I know I love Steve more than I could ever love another man. In more ways than one, I thought he was it for me…psh, how wrong I was, once again.
    Maybe I’ll never find a true love.
    Maybe I’ll always be alone.
    Maybe I need to realize that I’m all I’ll ever really need.
    I have a choice to make and a bus ticket in my hand. No matter how much I want to stay and make things right, I just don’t know if it’s worth the hurt I feel when I’m with him.
    After leaving him in the shop last night, I prayed for the strength to feel less…to feel nothing for the man I want in my life…to feel strong enough to walk away with my head held high.
    No luck, he’s all I’ve ever wanted yet the one thing I know I’ll never be able to fix.
    How pathetic am I? I mean really…I’m a twenty-six year old college drop out that knows how to create masterpieces of art, but too afraid to step off the ledge and just do it.
    All my life I’ve stood in the shadows of others in hopes that one day someone would catch me in the act and will me to break out of my shell. I’m a mess of a woman that lacks the confidence in my own talent. If any of the other Cursed Crew guys knew what I’m capable of I’m afraid that they’ll…oh hell, I don’t even know what they’ll think.
    Looking down at my arms, I touch my colorful skin with my fingertips. The skeletal design, the intricate rose petals and the letters to the one word that always could pick me up when I would fall… I-N-S-P-I-R-E. All of this art was done by a woman that now is too afraid to stand up for what she’s always believed… me .
    “Ugh!” I shout to no one but myself.
    Standing from my bed I move out of my room and toward the kitchen. I feel restless, unsure of what I should do. I need something, someone to tell me what to do. Where the fuck is the goddamn crystal ball when a girl needs it the most?
    I’m full of nervous energy, yet I’m exhausted from lack of sleep. If I’m going to take a long ass bus ride later this morning, I need to keep my ass awake. Opening the fridge, I pull out my last can of Red Bull. Hopefully this will give me a bit of an edge until I can get something more at the bus terminal.
    Turning around I hear the sound of my phone chirping from the bedroom. Slamming the can down, I rush down the hallway to find the ring has stopped. With a sigh of frustration, I reach for my phone and unlock the screen to see it was a missed call from Etty.
    Damn, I knew I was forgetting to do something. I need to tell her I’m really doing it, I’m leaving Birmingham for good.
    Uncertainty sits hard in the pit of my stomach as I debate whether or not to call her back. I know that if I tell her my plans, she’ll talk me out of it. This is my decision; no one should tell me what is right or wrong. It’s my life and my choice to make.
    Walking through my room, I stop in front of my standing mirror.
    With my one hand on my hip, I stare back at my reflection. My pink hair is all out of sorts, my hazel eyes rimmed in red with large black bags hanging beneath them. He’s done this to me, made me feel worthless and insignificant. All I ever wanted to do was save him, help him see what kind of man he really was, and love him like he deserved. He just didn’t want me enough to let me in and be there when he needed me the most.
    Unable to bear my own appearance, I move back out to the kitchen and grab my can of energy. Popping the top, I take a small sip and look back down at my phone.
    I know I need to call Etty; she deserves that much from me.
    Pulling up her number, I hit the send button.
    “Hey,