Short Stories (ErrInk)

A Pair of Wings - 1 Month Left

Error's POV

  Our fingers were intertwined as we walked down the sidewalk together. Ink admired the city with an expression of curiosity.

There was no breeze which made the sun's heat feel even hotter. I could barely stand it under the jacket that I always wore.

Abruptly, my vision became spotty and my legs felt weak. I stopped walking and focused on regaining my balance.

Ink: Error. Are you okay?

  I didn't answer him as my head felt light. It was not long after before I collapsed to the ground. Ink yelled something but I could no longer make out words.

  Blackness consumed my vision before consciousness came back to me.

  My eyes opened. It was dark outside which told I had woken up in the middle of the night.

  I looked around and noticed Ink laying on a couch sleeping. We weren't in a hotel room but rather, a hospital.

  I pulled my shirt up to look at my soul. Most of it was gone now and all of a sudden it finally hit me that I was going to die.

  Tears started to roll down my cheeks. It was like all of my bottled fear and anxiety began to pour out. I laid down and cried quietly, placing my hands over my eyes. I wasn't ready to go.

I felt warmth and weight on my body. Moving my hands away, I saw Ink laying in bed with me. He was crying as well. It seemed he had woken up and saw me.

  I hugged him tightly as I tried to control my tears. However, it wouldn't make a difference as I was already shaking from the fear I had.

  We laid together as we cried.

'Where did all the time go? I just want it to stop. It's passing by too quick.'

  I thought as I held onto my lover like my life depended on it.

(Time Skip)

  Ever since we had woken up, there was a depressing atmosphere lingering around us. I was stuck in the hospital room and it was unbelievably boring.

  I rested my head on Ink's chest, letting him lightly pet me. The room was cold but not like the hotel rooms. Even though hotels were cold, it was comforting. Hospital rooms had the complete opposite effect.

  I glanced up at my lover. He watched the world outside with a blank expression.

  Despite him looking mostly calm, I knew Ink was stressed out.

Me: Inky.

  He hummed, letting me know I had his attention.

Me: Can I see your sketchbook?

  He nodded before leaning over the couch to grab it. After I had a hold of it, he continued petting me.

  I flipped through the pages until I found the sketch of us in the garden. I took Ink's pencil and wrote my signature in the upper right corner.

  I closed the book, setting it on the floor. I wanted to give Ink something else to remember me by, despite him already having about a hundred videos and pictures.

'Sitting in this room has given me a lot of time to think. However, there isn't enough to think about everything. I still remember the gift I bought for Ink two months ago. It was a ring. I may not get the chance to propose while I am alive but maybe I can still do it. When I die, I hope he finds the box in his backpack that he keeps with him. He always has it so it can carry his sketchbook. Even though I won't be here, I can still ask...

Ink to marry me