Ink POV
It's been about two months and Error has not left my side. Not for long anyway. Most days he stresses out because he doesn't want me getting hurt.
Especially now. I love that he's trying to keep me safe. It makes me feel assured that he does in fact care. But this stress over nothing can't be good for him.
"If you're really so worried maybe we should move back with Dream and Blue for a bit. Or, hell we can go live with your friends if you want but you can't keep getting like this over nothing." I said.
"No and no. I need to protect you. And the kid to. If someone tries to hurt you I'm the only one around to keep you safe."
"Error with that logic wouldn't more people mean more safety?"
"...you're right, as always. You're so smart Inky." He said, kissing my cheek.
I smiled and laid down.
"So, what does that mean exactly? You said I'm right. What are we going to do?" I asked.
"I guess...we could go back with your friends."
He picked me up and held me. I looked up at him. He seemed a bit afraid. I don't know why he's afraid though. I didn't feel like arguing though so I'm not going to ask. If he wants to talk, he'll talk.
I made sure Dream and Blue were ok with it and they were ecstatic for some reason. I mean a few months ago things were awkward because I got engaged to someone they hated. Now they've learned to tolerate him at least.
I tried checking his arms. I hadn't checked in weeks and I hope that he's- and there's more cuts.
He quickly got up and we were both silent for a second.
"Error-"
He ignores me and leaves the room. I started crying. My god have I seriously stressed him out that much?! I need answers.
I go after him only to see a note in one hand and a knife in the other. He had it almost into his soul.
"Don't!" I screamed.
He looked at me quickly before moving any further.
We were both afraid to even move now. I want to say something but so many emotions are happening at once.
Anger, fear, sadness, I don't want to be seeing this!
"Ink it's better this way! You won't have to deal with me anymore and the kid will have a much better life without me."
"Don't say that!" I began sobbing. "Please don't leave me alone..."
He looked at me then to what he was doing.
"You...you really want me here that badly?" He was crying almost as much as I was. "Why!? I've hurt you! I've done so much to you! Why do you care about me!?"
I don't like that the knife is so close to his soul while he was shaking and vulnerable.
I don't like that he thinks I should hate him for everything he's done in the past when he didn't know any better.
I absolutely despise the fact that my husband needs an explanation on why I love him.
"Because I've always cared! Out of everyone I know you were always the only person I felt could ever understand me. My emotions. And I've always been right. And after all these years, after all of the fights and make ups and kisses and tears if you died I wouldn't be able to do anything! I couldn't live without you! Please, put the knife down! I love you! Please just... just don't do it..." I begged, my tears hitting the floor.
I closed my eyes and sobbed quietly. I know he won't listen. I'm going to be alone and all because I can't talk him out of this.
All because I was so careless. I should've made it clearer to him how much I care.
Then, when I think it's done, I open my eyes. He's in front of me. Crying, shaking. He hugs me.
I don't let him go. We stayed like that for a good few minutes and by then neither of us were really calmed.
"I didn't want to hurt you..." he said.
"Don't leave me." I begged.
"I won't baby. I won't leave."
