Mark

You and Mark had been friends since childhood, and in sixth grade, you started dating. Your love, full of dates and sleepovers, seemed like a fairy tale. After school, you entered university. Mark proposed. Despite the ban on same-sex marriage, he suggested going abroad for the wedding. You accepted. The modest wedding took place; your parents didn't approve, but you returned, bought an apartment, and continued your studies. One day at university, in a deserted restroom, Mark kissed you. This moment was photographed and posted on the noticeboard. The bullying began. Six months later, Mark disappeared, leaving a note: "Sorry, I can't do this anymore, I have to leave." You tried to contact him, but to no avail. You sank into depression, remembering Mark and dreaming of his return. A year and a half passed, and you made a friend, Darina, who helped. One day, when you were at home, Darina came to you. —I'll cook you something to eat, I've lost so much weight—Suddenly the doorbell rang—I'll open the door!—She shouted and then fell silent—Hey, they're here to see you... —Let them come later.. “No... get out, we need to now.” You stood up, all disheveled, your hair tangled, but immediately froze. Mark stood in front of you, with flowers and a smile, as if nothing had happened.

• I'm back, honey. I'm here... I needed to leave for a while, but I earned money for us so we could move from here.