𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 - 𝙰𝚗 𝚄_𝙰𝚄 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 [OLD FANFIC - UNFINISHED]

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐

It was a day or so later, our system worked out perfectly. You slept beside my bed near the frame inside of a sleeping bag while I brought you breakfast, gave you money for lunch and the leftovers of supper. You kept refusing everything to a point where I had to shove it down your throat. I ended up keeping the lunch money while you came here with your university supplies. I didn't question it.

I did recall the time where I did see you trying to make yourself throw up but I stopped you and pulled you aside to make you understand that it was important to get three meals and a good one or two liters of water a day. You looked like you had gotten this lecture over a thousand times and simply wrote.

'Ok.'

From then, I occasionally checked up on you every now and then. This night, I laid in my bed, wondering if I should be the one on the floor before I remembered the whole parents situation and how they flipped last time I brought you here. I supposed that they never meant to be mean, Ink, it's just how they were I guess. As I was about to fall asleep, I heard rustling with the covers below me and small hics. You couldn't talk but I guess you could make tiny noises?

Followed by that was a small flashing light coming from your phone and heavy breathing. I moved up to you, looking from above as you closed your device and looked up at me, scared.

"Are you okay?"

You looked around for your notebook and some light as you ended up using the 'Notes' app on your phone to talk to me.

'Weren't you sleeping?'

I passed the phone back to you as we did a few exchanges.

"Yeah but your breathing woke me up. Are you sure you're okay?"

'Yeah, it's nothing.'

"You know you can talk to me if you'd like."

Looking at that message made even more tears roll down your cheeks. You shakily typed out.

'Thank you, Error. I've never had someone like you talk to me in that way.'

At first, I was confused. Then I motioned for you to climb into the bed to me so we could have a better conversation and view of each other. I liked deciphering people's expressions and I must say I was pretty good at it.

"What do you mean by not having anybody to talk to in this way?"

'I don't want to talk about that, it's besides the point.'

"Alright, we don't need to talk about every problem in our lives, take your time."

'I'm just crying because I'm so nervous about everything. I have so much homework, exams and things to do. My schedule is filled on top of not having a home, transport and the orchestra.'

You slammed your fists on my bed as you threw the phone at me before cupping your own head. I felt bad so I scooted over despite my fear and hugged you before I almost froze in shock. I'd do that when I'd have prolonged touching periods.

This time, I felt like I wasn't alone. It felt good and... I could relate to being anxious about anything!

"I've been through it and one thing I learned is that you have to keep advancing no matter what. If you put some effort into what you do while organizing and concentrating yourself, you're setting yourself up for success."

You actually seemed to take this a compliment. You stopped crying and laid into my chest as I felt myself becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"Ink... can you... get off... please?"