A/N: Last chapter!
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Tatttoed Heart

12 Days After

He woke to darkness.

It reminded him too much of his childhood punishments, where he was locked in a closet for hours with no dinner and fresh cuts and brusies on his back.

Walls came down on to him, he could have sworn he opened his eyes.

He did, he could feel his eyelashes flutter against his cheekbone when he blinked.

Why was it so black then?

Beeping sounds so loud the pierced his ears like thousands of needles when he got up from a stiff bed a clenched his hands in the air for a light switch.

The lights were just out.

He let out little noises of surprise when hands tugged him backwards, saying: "Mr. Eaton, you must get back into your bed."

He was shouting now, someone turn the lights on.

He couldn't see, everything was a black, nothing. A sky without stars.

But his eyes were still open.

207 Days After

The sun could be out today.

The sun could be out today, like a sunny side up egg. Yellow yolk spilling out everywhere.

The sun could be shining on sun bathers on the beaches in California, and helping to grow flowers in a garden. Birds with blue feathers could be soaring through the sky under the sun.

He could never see it.

he couldn't see the sun anymore, or rain. He could only hear it, pounding on windows. He could only hear the rustle of fallen autumn leaves, and the sound of sprinklers in the summer. He could only feel the spine's of his favorite books, and the page's that felt empty to him.

But he could see.

Clear as his old days.

He could see her tattoos, too.

She described them to him, let him run his fingers down the raised skin of the tattoo while she would tell him the meaning of the new tattoo.

364 Days After

She had sunflowers on the back of her shoulder, they used to grow in her mother's garden. He could trace the long stems of them with his finger.

Her nickname used to be 'fireball', which represented the flames licking up her side. She had to pull her shirt up to her chest, and he liked to run his fingers all the way up her sides just to make her shiver, just before she would yank her shirt down and playfully swat his hand away.

The day she placed her ankle in his lap was the day she got a tattoo of her old black rabbit, Velvet. She told him about how Velvet used to nip at Caleb's fingers and run around the house.

The skyscrapers on her forearm were Chicago, where her old home was. And the cherry blossom on her back was in her old house's front garden.

She got ravens on her collarbone because she liked how birds could fly away when things got too crazy. She told him about how sometimes she felt like a bird for flying out to California with him for College. She said the birds were kind of like her family members.

When he ran him hand across her wrist one day and felt only a zig zag line, he was confused. "A line from a heart rate monitor." Is what she told him. She then broke into a story of how she almost commited suicide, but failed. They were silent for a long period while he kissed the line.

She was so excited when she got home from the tattoo shop one day, she broke a vase on the foyer table while setting her bag down. She dragged him to the couch and put his hand on her tricep. The outline of a setting sun laid there. Oranges, yellows, and pinks covered it.

Sunsets used to be his favorite thing, because she always loved painting it. The setting sun used to make her icy blue eyes look weaved with golden strands, and her hair shone bright. He thought she looked perfect that way. On the beach with sand inbetween her toes, and her hand in his with a wild, admirable look in her eyes.

That was the best memory of her.

He could see her.

Epilogue

She was silent as she walked through the door and through the foyer.

He could hear the click of her combat boots on the wood, and her bag hitting the ground.

She usually bounced into the room with energy, always happy to describe her day to him and all the tattoos she did today, and he would listen and silently ask for her to keep talking.

Her voice was intoxicating.

Today she was silent.

Today she picked the braille book up from his hands and set it on the coffee table and took a seat next to him on the leather couch.

He was surprised to feel her lean in and kiss him softly, with no hunger. Just passion and love.

He heard her take a deep breath and grab his hand and drag in to her left wrist where a series of little raised dots were.

He was confused, at first.

But as he traced his fingers along it he could make out letters of braille lining her wrist.

Will You Marry Me?

He told her his answer the second he found out what the tattoo meant, but that didn't stop him.

He had his best friend take him up to a tattoo shop; not hers of course.

She didn't know braille too well, he knew she was trying to learn it, and support him.

When she came home and he pulled her onto the couch and could feel her smile of amusment as she placed her hands on his left wrist where she was guided.

Dots lay there like her own wrist, and she figured out the braille on her own.

It read one simple, meaningful word: Yes

A/N: The end!

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