Dark Ink Tattoo Boxset 2

Chapter 30 – Jack

Chapter Thirty

Jack

I felt myself die.

I felt myself live.

And I got to feel what it was like watching someone I apparently loved give birth through a stranger’s eyes.

I watched that same child grow up, grow old, and die, all the feelings of an entire lifetime, crammed down into a flurry of sharply painful memories that weren’t mine.

It felt like someone was throwing weaponized Polaroids at me.

Each one of them was different, over and over again. An endless numbing cavalcade of blood and life and death, and because each one of them was similarly different, they all began to feel the same.

Like snowflakes.

Or maybe mayflies.