A part of my soul is yours…

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He shrugged. “Unfortunately, not every tattoo I have has meaning.”

“The roses?”

“My mom’s favorite flower. I know it’s not original,” he commented as he took my hand and put it over his heart where the roses were. “But after everything that my parents went through with me I wanted something to symbolize them.”

“Everything they want through?” I asked as I let my fingers fan out across the shape of his chest muscles before bringing them back up and playing with the tips of his hair that were beginning to curl.

“I left home when I was sixteen to record our first album–went on tour at seventeen and started tattooing the crap out of myself at eighteen. I know I’m successful, but I can’t say that I think this was what my parents wanted.” He had tilted his head slightly so that he was staring out at the ocean. I watched as the waves reflected in his eyes and his chest heaved with a sigh.

“I’m sure they’re proud of you,” I tried to reassure him, but I could tell from the way his jaw had tightened that this was something he had been dealing with for a long time.

His eyes met mine and he reached up to touch my face. “I know…but it doesn’t change the fact that I was their only child, and I abandoned them for a life that they never approved of.”

“I’m not an excellent poster child for things that parent’s approve of either. There’s so much guilt that I deal with day to day. I know that I hurt them,” I explained, my voice diminishing to a cracking whisper that was barely audible against the sound of the waves. “What’s worse is the anger I feel at myself for it.”

I felt Adam get up and kneel in front of me, pulling my face to his own. I concentrated on the touch of his rough finger tips, the smell of his heady Axe cologne and then the feel of his forehead as it pressed against mine while I tried to calm my breathing.

“Tell me something…”his voice drifted with the waves, “tell me why it feels like you’re a part of my soul?”

I opened my eyes to look into his, watching as the yellow around his iris darkened to a burnt orange and the brown faded to a muted green.

“Because you’re a part of mine.”

COPYRIGHT CASSANDRA GIOVANNI, 2013

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