Through the floor to ceiling window, I see Tyler's slowly car pulling into our driveway. I can't wait to tell him about the tattoo. I think by tomorrow or tomorrow after tomorrow, it will be completely gone and we'll be officially free, and if it's gone, what will be our first memory are we going to make? Are we going to spend our time stargazing while we cuddle on the rooftop? Or are we going to watch the moon in the roofless tree house through the canopy? My heart wants to leap out of my ribcage in utter happiness at the thought of it.
I actually feel like there are no knots tightly tied around my heart already. I thought I was just going to break what I promised to my parents that I won't lose my consciousness and cough up bloods again.
But I'm still wondering what did he do for the
