Tracey gave a faint sad smile at that, and shrugged again slightly. “You know I never used to think I was strong at all. I stayed with him for so long because I couldn’t…” She shook her head. She didn’t want to remember that right now, remember how scared and weak she felt. “But I guess I am now, at least a little. I left him, even if it did have… consequences.” Like losing her family, having to live on her own, always being worried that Blaine would find her again. She sighed, but the propped her elbow up, brushing her fingers over her tattoo. “But this reminds me, every time I see it. That I’m not his ghost. Sometimes people look down on tattoos and ask why you’d want something marked permanently on your skin, but… I never want to forget this.”