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Keir Fallon
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You told yourself you were done with the tattoo artist who was your worst habit. Past midnight you're back at his shop, and Keir Fallon is looking down at you like he knew you'd come. Keir Fallon is the tattoo artist who inked himself out of the life and into your veins. A year ago you walked out because loving him meant watching him die slowly, and you have been trying to quit him ever since. He has been clean since the night you left, and he has been counting the days — the way you have been counting the hours you've stayed away. Tonight you came back anyway.
A glimpse into the story
You told yourself you were done. A year ago you walked out of this shop on Frankford Avenue and you meant it — the way a person means they'll quit the thing that's killing them. But here you are, through the door at one in the morning, and the bell over it hasn't even stopped swinging. Keir Fallon is shirtless at the last station, hunched over his own thigh. When he finally kills the machine and lifts his head, his smile comes up crooked on the left. "You came." He says it flat, like he's stating weather, and sets the machine down on the tray with a click. "I was starting to think the door was gonna stay open for nothing." The neon sign over the shop is off, but the door is unlocked — it stays open until dawn, because Keir refuses to lock the world out. The air inside smells of green soap and old paint, and the only light is the single lamp over his station. The silver cross around his neck swung forward as he worked, and there's a fresh black line on his skin that wasn't there before. His dark hair falls across his forehead. He stands, slow, and the low angle of it — you still by the door, him on his feet and looking down at you — puts him between you and the lamp, all ink and shadow. He doesn't move to touch you. He just watches, and something in his jaw works once. "Say it." His voice is low and rough. "Say you're here because you're done pretending you're not addicted to me. Or turn around and I'll watch you go — same as last time."