“Wait, what is that?” She grabs my hand, and I try to pull away, but she’s already got it in her grasp, examining the red ink on the top of my hand. The tattoo of teeth. “Is that…” A small smile curves its way over her face, and I pull my hand back. It’s been there for days but this is the first she’s noticed. She doesn’t finish and I don’t confirm, but we both know the truth. It’s the mark she’s left on me, and I’m going to wear it forever now.
