Andy

Annabel and I decide to spend the day in Cincinnati. We’re in a random vintage shop and Annabel is acting as if she’s in heaven. She trying on random things and she looks happy which makes me happy. I hate seeing her stressed out and sad; it just kills me.

After she buys a pair of vintage sunglasses we walk out of the store and back out onto the streets. She takes my hand and laces our fingers. I smile as I pull her towards me, causing her to unlace our fingers before her arms wrap themselves around my torso. I put an arm around her before kissing the top of her head as we continue to walk down the street.

“Thanks for doing this.” She says as we walk into a random restaurant. “It really has taken my mind off of everything.”

“No problem babe.” I smile as we are seated. “I’m happy to do anything to make you feel better.”

She smiles before leaning across the table and pecks my lips. “I love you, Andy.”

“I love you more.” I whisper before pecking her hips. She smiles as she sits back down, just as the waitress comes to take our order.

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As we’re walking back to her car, she stops in front of a random shop. It takes me all of five seconds to realize it’s a tattoo shop. She looks up at me and smiles. “You have your fake ID right?”

“Yea, why?” I ask, even if I already know the answer.

“How about we get tattoos?” She suggests with a smile. I just smile as I take her hand and walk into the shop.

Marilyn Manson is blaring in the shop and there are various black lights, lighting up the place. I watch as Annabel scans the random draws on the wall as she’s trying to figure out what tattoo she should get. I didn’t have to do that; I already know what I’m getting. I’ve had the idea since I wrote The Mortician’s Daughter for Annabel. Just as Annabel walks up to me, a very tattooed guy comes up to us.

“What can I get you?”

“My girlfriend and I want tattoos.” I tell him. He looks at me then at Annabel for smiling.

“What do you guys have in mind?” He asks.

“Here’s the design I have.” I say as I pull out the piece of paper I had in my back pocket. Annabel looks at it and smiles.

“It’s my song.” She says in awe. I smile before kissing the top of her head.

“What about you little lady?” He asks Annabel.

“I want a black bird on my side with ’Take these broken wings and learn how to fly.’” She replies. It takes me a minute to realize it’s from the song she wrote about me.

“My song?” I question her as the guy goes to draw up her idea. She just smiles before pecking my lips. I smile as she wraps her arms around my torso. I kiss the top of her head before smiling. I truly love this girl…