Fine line black script tattoo reading Until the very end, with three small stars at the start and a small triangle at the end, on skin.

Until the very end script tattoo with stars

Fine line · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo reads Until the very end in a thin, flowing script, with three small five-pointed stars before the word Until and a small outlined triangle after the word end. The linework is fine and even, and the lettering is solid black with no shading. The text sits centrally across the frame against a warm, reddish skin tone, with plain background.

Fine line Lettering Script Text Star Triangle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Starlight Ballroom had been sold to a carpet warehouse, and on its last Saturday the bandleader kept the lights low so nobody could see the paint flaking from the ceiling stars. Edie Marsh counted them anyway, the way she had counted them every week since she was sixteen, while the saxophone drifted up toward them and came back down a little flat.

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Frank Dunning had not asked her to dance in eleven years of Saturdays. He stood by the cloakroom now with his cap turning in his hands, and when the band slid into the last waltz he crossed the floor between the tables, stepping around a spilled lemonade and a child asleep under a chair. "You'll be wanting to write to the council about the carpet," he said. "I'd sooner you didn't take it personally."

"I'm not going to make a fuss," Edie said. "I'm going to dance."

He held out his hand. It was the same hand that had strung the bunting every August, paper pennants looped along the balcony, and he had kept one back in his waistcoat pocket for years. He pressed it into her palm, soft from handling. Three little stars were pencilled in the corner, and beneath them, in his square capitals, were the words he had never once said aloud: UNTIL THE VERY END.

The lights went down. They danced badly and happily across the scuffed boards, and Edie looked up to count the stars again and lost her place at seven. She decided that was the right number to lose count at.