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Aaron got himself a new tattoo the day he met Claudia. It was simply colourful and futuristic, but it had a meaning to him. He got it to hide an older tattoo, a tiny little word on his belly. Someone he could never forget but couldn’t bear being with.
The person’s name had changed many times through time, like his own had, but the one he had written on his skin was the first he had known. The only one that was real to him, even though it wasn’t.
He didn’t cover it because he was angry or something. He just couldn’t stand looking at it day after day and having the rush of memories coming back. He had felt the sudden need to be free.

The next day, the day Claudia began working with him, he went to the tattoo shop and tattooed on his chest the only name that would never leave his mind, as good or as bad that could be.
Clarissa.


Não gosto muito e é provável que venha a ser alterado.
Preciso dum apelido pó gaijo, alguma ideia?