Short Stories (ErrInk)

A Pair of Wings - 2 Months Left

Error's POV

  Over the days, I noticed that Ink had become silent. He smiled rarely and cried most nights. I cuddled him, trying to calm him down so he could sleep.

  I laid in bed while watching him. He was sleeping but it wasn't peaceful. There was black tear stains on his cheeks and his expression was strained.

  I moved my hand up, carefully rubbing his cheeks with my thumb to wipe away any remaining tears.

  Ink suddenly began moving by the sudden touch, allowing me to move him closer to my body. My boyfriend stopped and seemed to relax from the physical contact.

Me: I'm sorry I'm causing you all this pain, Inky.

  I whispered, rubbing circles on his back. To be honest, everyday I was extremely tired but I knew I had to keep it together so I could be there for Ink.

  I thought to myself.

'How much time do I have left? Three... no... two months. That's not a lot. I still remember the day I met Ink in the hospital. I was devastated when I found out about my cancer but now... I'm okay with it. I don't mind dying since I found the love of my life. Although, I wish I would have found Ink sooner.'

  I sighed.

'Wow... two months. Time flies when you're having fun. If only I could stop it just for a little bit. I could enjoy the rest of the country that I hadn't seen yet. Maybe I could even give Ink that gift I bought a month ago.'

  My eyes felt heavy. Even thinking was exhausting for me now.

  Ink groaned as he woke up. He looked up at me and gave me a small joyful expression. I felt happy to finally see him smile for once. Two days ago was the last time he had.

Ink: How are you feeling?

Me: Tired.

  The expression that Ink had fell a little from my response. He slid under the covers before closing his eyes. We laid still in the bed. We had plans for today but Ink said we could cancel if I was too fatigued.

  I cupped Ink's cheek and kissed his forehead. Even though I didn't want to get out of bed, I didn't want to waste any daylight either.

Me: Let's get up, Inky. We have places to go and things to do.

  My boyfriend looked up at me.

Ink: Are you sure?

  I nodded. For him, I could gather up enough energy.

(Time Skip)

I leaned against the back of the couch as I watched Ink sketch. It really seemed to be the only thing that helped him relax when he was awake.

He was drawing the skyscrapers of the city that we were in. There was potential to make a living from how good he was. If only he was able to see that.

We were in a library, enjoying the silence. I rested against my lover and placed my arm over his shoulder.

  I looked down at Ink's sketch and saw us. It was in the point of view of someone watching.

Me: How did you draw us from that angle?

Ink: The reflection in the window.

  He said as he motioned with his pencil. I hummed and cuddled into his brown scarf.

  In my head, I relived memories. It was crazy to think that I used to be carefree as a child, not worrying about the future. I remember the day that Geno took Fresh and I to the park and sadly, that's where he passed away. I remember going to the hospital after many days of coughing up blood and then being diagnosed with soul cancer. I remember the night Ink came into my room and volunteered to take me across the country to see my brother one last time. I remember falling in love with Ink during our adventures together.

There was so much that I had done in last the four months that it was difficult keeping track of it all. Luckily, Ink had the good idea of filming almost every single day.

I glanced at the sketchbook and saw Ink flipping through the pages. I never realized how many drawings he had of me. Some of them were from videos and others were completely made up.

I kissed Ink on the cheek. I was happy that I found the love of my life. In the end I know...

I won't be alone