A Very Long Highschool Fic (Ink x Error)

Chapter Eleven: A chapter without words

Ink cried a lot.

It took him a while, but he finally stopped. Ink did trap them in the closet intentionally, but he didn't think about how long they'd be stuck there or that him having all of this living stuff like blankets and food or him having just broken up would end up making him look bad.

Error hated him now, Ink was sure of it. And Ink even liked him! Maybe he didn't hate him now for locking them in there, but he definitely hated him now for making him so uncomfortable by crying.

Ink wanted to explain himself, but he didn't want to look at Error or move from the curled up position he was in. If he did, Error might see him and get mad at him again. Only a few hours together and it already looked like their relationship was over, huh? Disappointing.

Reluctantly, he grabbed for his sketchbook and tried drawing in it. Drawing usually made him feel better.

He drew some squiggles and squares and other abstract shapes. He drew some plants too. Instead of making a lot of little drawings, he worked on finishing and pencil-shading the things he'd already drawn. This helped distract his own head from making him feel bad again.

In his peripheral vision, Ink's unfinished snack was slid next to him with a note attached to it. He took it.

The handwriting on the note wasn't the clearest, but it wasn't illegible. 'Im sorry. Do you want to talk? -Error' Ink sniffed. So he didn't hate him?

Ink didn't want to rip out a piece of his sketchbook, so he pulled out a school notebook instead. Once he finished writing the note, he slid it over to Error.

He heard some shuffling, and Error sat next to Ink. He didn't make eye contact though. He looked sad. Neither of them wanted to talk, but this would be okay.