The three of us began walking down the street. I couldn't help but think of the red and purple marks on Song's neck. As we walked, both Myung and Song happily talked to each other about what type of games they liked. I was slowly walking behind them, looking at my feet, recalling the marks.
(There's no way she's getting abused, right?)
Abused was my first thought, but still one more conclusion about the marking on her neck. I just didn't want to think about it.
We began to approach the train station. Myung used the trains to get to school and go back home.
"Alright, this is my stop."
"Song, even though we started on the wrong foot, it was still a great time hanging out with you." Myung said.
"Yes, same here."
"Make sure you protect this girl, Park."
"Y-Yes."
After that, Myung waved us off as she ran inside the station.
