Love Doesn't Age (ErrInk)

Chapter 49 - Reading Together

Error's POV

I flipped the page of my book and continued reading the story. I was currently immersed in a murder mystery that was set in the early years of London. The case that the main character had taken was of a maid that was surprisingly killed during the night of a party, by a poison that was rare and expensive. That was the only information that I was aware of as I had only read up to chapter five.

It was early in the morning so I took the time to read and have a shot of espresso to wake myself up. Despite it being Saturday, my body had made the habit of waking up at five in the morning for work which I suppose isn't a completely bad habit for someone like me.

As I was trapped within the world of my book, a sudden nudge against my hand pulled me from it. Lowering the piece of literature down, I saw Mello next to me on the sofa cushion. I smiled before setting the book on my lap so I would have a free hand to pet her.

The cat leaned into my palm, beginning to lightly purr from enjoyment. Mello was such a sweet companion and I've loved every minute with her. It was going to be a devastating day when she passes away.

As I gently petted Mello, I looked around. It felt like I haven't seen my living room in a long time thanks to the beautifully worded pages of my book. However, I haven't seem to have noticed that it started to rain.

Small water droplets rolled down the window and collected at the bottom. The sky was dark as the sun hadn't rose yet but I could tell that clouds covered it. What truly surprised me was that the rain didn't wake Ink up.

Me: That alcohol must have really taken it out of him, hadn't it princess?

I directed my question to Mello, almost expecting her to respond. She only continued to purr and rub her face against my hand. I laughed to myself as I thought about Ink.

Me: He is going to have such a terrible hangover when he wakes up.

  I lifted the book again and began reading, Mello curling up next to me. I flipped the page and quietly mouthed the words that were in the book.

  After a while I decided to take a break, gently placing it on the coffee table before standing from the couch. The cat followed my actions of getting up and leaving the living room. In the kitchen, I turned on coffee machine and grabbed a small wastebasket that I kept under the sink in case of emergencies.

Once the brew of coffee had been made, I grabbed the cup and wastebasket and began walking into the hallway. Mello followed behind me as I slowly walked towards Ink's bedroom.

  I was greeted with a silent environment after opening the door. Tiny rays of sunlight were forcing their way through the closed blinds and the ceiling fan was spinning to circulate the air. There on the bed was Ink, heavily sleeping.

A smile came to me as I walked into the bedroom. I placed the cup of coffee on the nightstand and the wastebasket next to the bed. Then I sat on the side of the bed before lightly nudging Ink.

Me: Wake up, Inky.

He groaned as he began to wake up.

Ink: God my head.

He whined.

Me: I know.

Ink: Everything is spinning. I feel like I'm going to vomit.

Me: I know.

I repeated. That pain that he was feeling was way too familiar to me.

As if perfectly timed, Ink leaned over the side of the bed exactly where I placed the wastebasket. I gave him time while I sat next to him. Once he was done he pushed himself up into a sitting position on the bed.

Me: Are you okay?

Ink: No. Being hungover is not fun.

He said, almost on the verge of tears.

Me: No it's not.

Ink: I don't want to ever do that again.

I sighed as I pulled him into a hug, kissing him on the forehead. Ink wrapped his arms around me and rested his head against my chest.

Me: It'll be okay. You can drink again just... wait until you are twenty one and know your limits. It also might be best if you drink here at the house. Okay Inky?

He nodded as he continued to bury himself into my chest.

Ink: Okay. I'm sorry about vomiting. So embarrassing.

Me: It's hardly shocking. Do you know how many hangovers I've had? More than I can count.

I pulled away from Ink in order to give him a moment to drink his coffee to sober up. I left the bedroom to return shortly after with my retrieved murder mystery book. I read quietly to myself, keeping Ink company while he drank the warm beverage.

Ink: Can you read out loud?

I looked at him. He looked exhausted with inky black tear markings on his cheeks. I smiled warmly at him. At this exact moment with Ink asking me to read to him after crying, I saw a glimpse of the little kid I used to take care of.

Me: Of course. However I am at chapter six.

Ink: That's okay. I can catch up.

A smile came to me again. I looked at my book once more and began reading out loud. Ink leaned into me so he could read with me. I used my thumb to wipe away the tears that slowly rolled down his face.

Ink and I read the book in the silence of his room. It felt like we were experiencing the wonderful story...

Together