“Are all your things ready?” Andrius approached me and hugged me from behind as I grabbed my neck with the still-visible imprint of his choking from the night before. He took my hand and touched the mark, then sniffed my neck.

“I’m sorry,” he said, leaning his head behind me as I messed up his hair, then chuckled gently. I don’t feel frightened about what he did because of how I feel about him. I can’t seem to find the anger anywhere in my heart. Even if I go into the depths of my heart right now, I won’t find it.

“It’s gone, then the mark completely disappears, don’t worry,”...