He looks back at the house he’s been living in for the past couple years. Tears well up in his eyes as he takes a shaky breath before turning around and hurrying away with the little items he owns. He carefully places a hand on his shoulder, the shoulder where every mate mark should lie on. He bites his lips when he barely feels the mark, it already faded greatly a long while ago.

“It wasn’t meant to be, Jonghyun.” He murmurs to himself, encouraging himself to leave, to escape how horrendous this relationship had turned into.