Short Stories (ErrInk)

A Pair of Wings - 5 Months Left

Error's POV

  My alarm on my phone began to ring. I opened my eyes and stretched, eventually turning off the alarm. I made mental notes in my head before sliding out from under the covers.

  I walked to the other bed where Ink was sleeping. Putting my hand on his arm, I gently shook the artist awake. He groaned and hid under his pillow.

Ink: Five more minutes.

  I smiled but continued to try to get him up.

  Ink and I had been traveling together for a month and I could say that we were close friends. We had to learn a lot about each other and adapt to our flaws.

  I learned from Ink that he was soulless and that sometimes affected how he acts. He learned from me that I couldn't go to parks without having traumatic childhood flashbacks.

  To be honest, I had fallen in love with Ink but I felt like it was too late for me. I only had five months left on my clock and I didn't want Ink to be sad when I died.

  After successfully waking my traveling partner, I waited for him to get ready. He was a bit slow but I didn't mind. Eventually, he came out of the bathroom dressed in black jeans and a brown sweater.

We left the hotel and headed to the car. We would be doing this a lot over the time that we traveled the country.

We arrived at a café minutes before it was officially opened. I researched that this place was always busy and that it was a good idea to be early.

  Many reviews talked how great the coffee was and how beautiful the outside seating area looked. This sparked my curiosity so I decided that it would be one of the first places that Ink and I would go to.

(Time Skip)

We sat at an outside table under a pergola. Ivy, morning glories, and clematis climbed up the white colored boards and roses decorated the bottom of the pillars. Sunlight reflected off the clear water that poured down the fountain nearby.

I sipped from a toasted marshmallow latte while glancing at Ink. He admired the scenery with a small smile which in turn made me smile as well.

Ink gently cupped his warm macchiato. I wanted to start a conversation, even hoping that I could lead it to where I could confess to him.

Me: How's the coffee, Ink?

The artist looked at me, his smile growing wider.

Ink: Really good. I'm glad you suggested this place. I would definitely come here again.

Me: I would too if I could.

Ink's content expression fell into one of sadness, making me instantly realize what I had said.

Me: I'm sorry. I won't bring that up again.

Ink: No, it's okay. It just makes me upset thinking about it.

I broke contact from his rainbow eyelights.

'Damn, now I feel like an asshole for bringing that up.'

Ink sighed before putting a smile on his face. He stood up and looked at me.

Ink: Ready to go Error?

I nodded in silence and joined his side.

We left the café, beginning to walk to the another part of town.

After a few minutes we came across an old church accompanied with small shops. In front of the church was an area covered with green grass and hanging lights strung up.

Ink: This would be a beautiful place to get married.

I nodded as my imagination wondered.

'Maybe there's a different timeline, I wouldn't have a disease and I could marry Ink. I wouldn't have to worry about doing everything in the last months that I have. I wouldn't have to be nervous about going to sleep in fear of not waking up. Somewhere out there there's a life for me... no more cancer... with Ink...

My perfect life