I constantly looked down at my wrist, the name Jack written perfect in cursive. "I'll find you one day." I whispered as if he can hear me.
*Credit to all the tumblr post and the stories already written about this*
I constantly looked down at my wrist, the name Jack written perfect in cursive. "I'll find you one day." I whispered as if he can hear me.
*Credit to all the tumblr post and the stories already written about this*
Imagine, one day you wake up and everything's normal. But then you start to feel a burning sensation on a part of your body. After its over, you look and see a tattoo you didn't have before. Well, th...