A warm tear rolled down my cheek, leaving a trail of wetness behind it. I cried silently for a few moments before my shoulders involuntarily heaved, causing the buzz of the tattoo gun to pause. "Are you alright? Do you need to take a break? I can give you a few minutes if you need it. Mike, the man who was tattooing me, asked me. His voice sounded concerned, so I did the best I could to reassure him. Taking advantage of being able to move my arms freely, without making Mike mess up, I dried my eyes and took a few deep breaths. "No, I'm fine. It's just that, she was my best friend. You know? I said, choking back more tears. "No, I don't know. If you think it'd help, you can tell me. Mike said, as he put his hand on my leg. "It'll help pass the time, too. Why don't you lie back down and tell me all about her?