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Epilogue
Russell
One Month Later
While the tattoo artist wrapped up my finger, I kept my eyes on Ryan. He didn’t look nervous at all. Instead, he looked calm, content, and happy. When the artist got up to prep for Ryan, I stood and put my hand on the back of his neck.
“Ready?” I asked him.
“Yes! This will keep you with me, even if I take the actual ring off when I go swimming,” Ryan said as he sat in the seat I had just vacated.
“Tattoo or not, I’m always with you, Ryan,” I reminded him, taking the seat he had been in.
As I proudly watched the tattoo artist apply the ink to Ryan’s ring finger on his left hand, all I could do was smile. Pieces of my soul were finally branded onto Ryan.
