^^ this happened a while ago and i cried for hours. PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT END ENJOY GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
💧Kellin's Pov💧
"Everybody on the floor, now!" I aimed my gun upward, shooting a couple rounds.
Innocent civilians hit the banks floor with horror shrieks, not daring to question a man with a gun. I had no intention of harming anyone in this room, but they didn't need to know that.
"Do what I say or I won't hesitate to pull this god damn trigger!" I lie, scared to even have this god forsaken thing in my hand. It was what ruined my life. I went around barking orders at citizens inside the bank that I was 'robbing', bullshitting around to use the time up. My plan was so poorly executed because I wanted to get caught. But I needed it to look like I was some shitty criminal that didn't know what he was doing.
But I knew exactly what I was doing. One of the clerks would call the cops and I'd act like I didn't notice.
Ten minutes had passed and with no sign of the cops, my hope had slightly diminished. Moments later, my ears perked at the sound of police sirens in the distance. All I did was stand there with my hands up, my gun left on the floor. There was no point in putting up a fight. This is exactly what I wanted.
Everything was a blur. Yelling, flashing lights. The only thing that solidly registered in my mind was the police officers gruff voice spitting at me, "You're under arrest."
Perfect. Time to end this vendetta.
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"Come on, scum bags! Court yard is open. You snooze, you fuckin' lose!" The bulky, idiotic bloke of a guard dragged his riot stick against the steel bars of the cells, alerting everyone.
Calmly, I walked to the door, waiting until it slid open. My cellmate Austin bolted out as soon as possible. I had to agree, it was suffocating here, but I'd only been here for three days. As I walked down the dirty, depressed hall and to the courtyard, I told myself I wouldn't feel alone for much longer. Here is where it all fell into place.
My eyes scanned the court yard. I approached the first person I could, being straight forward, "Tell me where I can find, Bobby Morley."
The group of frightening men gave me a dirty look, before nodding behind me. I turned and there he was leant against a wall. It happened all over again in my mind. I heard the gunshots, Vic's pained cries, I saw the life drain from his beautiful coffee eyes. Tears threatened to spill, but I wouldn't allow it.
Instead, at a steady pace, I walked over to Bobby until we were face to face. The expression on his features could only be described as one thing: shock. I hadn't said anything yet, just simply stared at him with a blank expression.
"Revenge," I whispered, so softly it was nearly silent.
"W-what?" Bobby asked, seemingly spooked by m unblinking, almost-lifeless figure.
My fingers curled around the shard of glass in my palm. In one swift movement, I had him pinned to the wall and the sharp object buried deep into his jugular vein. I watched as he fell to the ground, choking on his own blood, sputtering for help. Fucking piece of shit deserved it. He deserved all the pain in the world for what he did to my angel. As much as I wanted to sit around and watch him suffer like he did to Vic, I needed to commence phase two of my plan before it was too late.
As fast as I possibly could, I sprinted to the court yard fence and climbed like hell. I heard the guards coming, but ignored it. My lungs screamed for more air and my legs burned like hot embers. Once I jumped from the court yard fence, I ran for the next one.
I could hear it. The high voltage buzzing and the bitter-sweet promise of eternal peace. I screamed as I leapt at it, clutching to the electric fence. It surged through my body like fire and razor crystals. I felt it coming. Everything faded as I surrendered to the comforting kiss of death.
All of a sudden, my pain was gone. No more electricity frying my body, the weight of a thousand men was lifted from my shoulders at last. I felt at peace. My spirit could sense something. Something so pure and beautiful. I knew it could only be one thing.
"Vic? My love?" Vision came back to me. I was in a place of an array of gorgeous, pale colors. I'd glanced down to see I was completely nude.
Looking up. . . I really knew where I was, because in front of me, there Vic stood. He was nude like me, in his truest form. His golden skin was literally glowing. Those eyes that held such horror the last time I'd seen him, were bright and content. If it were possible, I would have cried, but there was no such thing as despair and pain in this life, only joy and love.
"Darling," Vic's gentle, comforting voice breathed. It was the most reassuring sound to me. Like water gliding smoothly down a strip of silk. "You didn't have to do what you did."
I shook my head, approaching Vic. He looked more beautiful than I've ever seen him. "I couldn't let him get away with it. And. . . I just couldn't do it without you, Vic."
A smile formed his pink lips, his hand reaching to caress to caress my cheek. Love pulsed through every inch of my body. "Although, I disagree on what you did to yourself, that was a different life and we can now carry on in tranquility, my love."
"I love you so much," I whisper, pulling him into a warm embrace. I never wanted to let go. I felt such an overwhelming joy being reunited with the love of my life. Well. . . I guess he was the love of my eternity now.
Vic's arms wrapped around my middle, his head resting on my chest. "I love you more, Kellin." Even though I knew for a fact that I loved him most, I kissed his head over and over, murmuring into his hair how much I loved and missed him.
We hugged for god knows how long, before Vic pulled away. He gasped when he did. "Kellin. . ." he breathed,eyes glued to my chest, "you didn't."
For a moment, I was confused, until he traced the area over my heart and I knew what he'd saw. "I got it the day after you passed. I told you I was saving it for something special. . . something that means a lot to me. . .and I knew what needed to be there."
Inked into the skin on my chest over my heart was the photo of Vic I'd taken in the forest and kept hung in my room. Beneath, written in gorgeous cursive was, You'll always have all of my heart
"Those were my last words. ." Vic was in shock. "Kellin, that's beautiful."
Our eyes met in an intense stare, Vic's eyes sparkling with awe. I held his soft hips in my hands, his cradling my cheeks. We both leant in, our breathing shallow, until our lips pressed in a loving kiss. God, I missed his lips. I missed everything about him. It felt like Vic and I were literally radiating a joyful, white glow. I kissed him deeply, holding him like I'd disappear without him.
When we parted, our fingers laced together. We turned our heads, smiling at each other. I pecked his lips sweetly. From there, we walked together, our hands intertwined and our love unconditional, through eternity.
The end
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