Page 29 of Echoes of Eternity

Later that evening, after the visit was over and I was back home, I noticed something colorful sitting at my front door as I pulled into my driveway. I stepped closer and my heart sank—a bouquet of vibrant flowers that looked way too expensive for this part of town.

I knew exactly who left these: Kaito.

A mix of frustration and familiarity washed over me. Who else would try to invade my space like this, even after everything? I glanced around, half-expecting to see him lurking nearby, but the street was quiet with all the familiar cars on the street. With a mix of annoyance and dread, I bent down to pick them up, inhaling their sweet fragrance, but it did nothing to soften the disdain I held for him.

Setting the flowers down on my neighbor’s steps, I hoped they would serve a better purpose, like brightening the old lady’s day. She always appreciated small gestures, and maybe these blooms could bring a smile to her face. I made sure to take the card from the bouquet, knowing it would only complicate things if Kaito’s name was on it.

As I tucked the card into my pocket, I felt a mix of guilt and relief. It was one less reminder of his presence in my life, one less thread connecting me to the chaos he brought. I stepped back, glancing at the flowers one last time before heading inside, my mind swirling with thoughts of the pendant and the mysteries it might hold.

I moved to my computer and pulled the pendant from my pocket, its weight feeling heavier in my hand before I set it on the desk. I began searching online for any clues about its origin, my heart racing with anticipation. The intricate design and the metal’s patina suggested it might be quite old, maybe even significant.

As I scrolled through various images and articles, I stumbled upon threads about ancient Asian myths and legends. I found myself pulled into a rabbit hole of lore I had never expected. Stories of old gods, celestial beings, and mystical creatures unfolded on the screen, each one more fantastical than the last. I read about deities who controlled the elements, guardians of the earth, and tragic tales of love and loss that spanned centuries.

What started as a simple search for the pendant’s origins spiraled into a labyrinth of myths and cultural narratives. My mind raced while I clicked through pages that spoke of auspicious symbols and omens, ancient rites, and forgotten practices. The more I read, the more I felt like I had wandered into an entirely different world, one filled with symbolism and secrets that felt far removed from my everyday life.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of fascination and frustration. Was I even on the right thread? This wasn’t what I had signed up for when I wanted to know about a piece of jewelry; it felt like I had ended up in a scholarly debate rather than a simple history lesson. The glowing screen felt oppressive, and after another moment of confusion, I shut my computer down, leaning back in my chair. I letout a heavy sigh, trying to shake off the overwhelming sense of being lost in something I didn’t quite understand.

13

The tattoo shopwas buzzing with activity, the hum of the machines and the low murmur of conversations creating a lively backdrop. My station was a whirlwind of color and energy as clients came and went, each one bringing their own stories and requests. I thrived in the artful disorder, enjoying the creative flow that came with each new design.

By midday, the shop was packed. Clients filled every chair, and the air was thick with the smell of ink and antiseptic. I had just finished an elaborate sleeve for a client and was wiping down my station when the next client walked in. He was striking—tall, well-built, with a chiseled jawline and a confident stride. His name was Riley, and he had a smile that seemed to light up the room.

“Hey there,” Riley said, his voice smooth and easy. “I’m here for my appointment. Heard you’re the best in town.”

I couldn’t help but beam at the compliment, gesturing for him to take a seat. “Thanks, Riley, was it? I’ll do my best to live up to the hype. What are we working on today?”

I glanced at the sketch he slid across the counter, taking in the details. “Just a simple piece, but I’d love to chat while you work,” he said, his gaze flickering over my tattoos. “You seem like you have some interesting stories.”

For once, I didn’t feel repulsed.

As I set up my workstation, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of wariness and curiosity at his flirtation. My instincts were usually spot-on, and while he was undeniably charming, I wasn’t picking up any creepy vibes from him. He seemed genuine, but the past had taught me to tread carefully.

I chuckled softly, trying to balance my professional demeanor with the faint flutter of interest. It wouldn’t hurt to flirt back a little, right? Just adding a little fun to my day. “Well, I do have a few tales up my sleeve, but I’ll save those for when you’re in the chair.” I motioned for him to join me, feeling a reluctant smile creep onto my face.

As he moved closer, I focused on preparing my supplies, keeping my movements efficient and deliberate. I wanted to maintain a level of professionalism, even as a small part of me was intrigued by the man behind the sketch.

“Alright, let’s get started,” I said, motioning for him to take a seat. “Just remember, you’re in for someserious tattoo therapy.” The words hung in the air, lighthearted.

He gave me a dimpled smile and sat down.

As the needle buzzed to life and I began working on his tattoo, Riley’s charm was hard to ignore. He made casual conversation, asking about my work and personal life, and I answered with a light-hearted tone. Although I was enjoying the attention, I wasn’t feeling a genuine spark. His flirting was flattering but didn’t really resonate with me.

Riley leaned back, a playful grin on his face. “How about we grab a drink after this? There’s a new bar downtown I’ve been dying to check out.”

I returned his smile, trying to keep the mood light. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m pretty tied up with work and other commitments right now.”

And it wasn’t an excuse, it was the truth.

He didn’t seem deterred. “How about another time, then? I’d love to get to know you better. What do you say?”

I shook my head gently, maintaining my friendly demeanor. “I’m flattered, but I’m not looking to date anyone at the moment. Thanks for understanding.”

Riley’s smile faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. “Alright, well, if you ever change your mind, you have my information.”

I kept my face friendly, neither nodding or shaking my head.

As Riley prepared to leave—leaving me a very, very generous tip—I waved him off with a smile, feeling asense of relief mixed with the satisfaction of a job well done. The shop started to quiet down a bit, and I took the opportunity to clean up my area thoroughly.

---