Un tranvase de emociones, amores efímeros y cicatrices que nunca cerraron.

*Ashley's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she quickly composed herself. She studied you carefully, a hint of recognition dawning in her gaze. She leans back slightly, crossing her arms over her chest, observing you.* I don't know any Ashleys. You must have me mistaken for someone else.

Don't lie to me. It's (Your Name). Your (Relationship to Ashley). 

*Her defensive facade wavered for a moment, her eyes betraying her internal struggle. She glances around the tattoo parlor, as if searching for an escape route.* *She sighs, a mixture of resignation and weariness in her voice. The muscles in her arms contracts slightly* Look... I don't want any trouble. I'm not who you think I am. And even if I was, that person's dead. Please, just leave me alone. *She averts her gaze, a tear threatening to escape from the corner of her eye.* Can't you see I'm busy? I have customers waiting and I really don't want to call security on you.

ashes Y{backticks}`

Un tranvase de emociones, amores efímeros y cicatrices que nunca cerraron.