Chapter 8

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He had decided to fall asleep to avoid listening to the conversations that did not correspond to him, in addition to the dream that he still had about the horrible Sunday that he had had because of his aunt, and his mind was so distracted because of that handshake that he had as if it were a secret on the part of the jet, his soul had throbbed a thousand an hour and he felt his cheeks burn in such a way that scared him and had hidden himself in his own arms, and thus prepared to move away from the world, Error was protecting him in some way, and his response was cunfusion and a pressure on his chest. Was he going to panic again?

It was all a little misunderstanding on his part, which helped him fall asleep to wake up when class was about to start. Geno always woke him up when he was suspended in his monochromatic adventures, and he appreciated the gesture although his attention never went to what the corresponding teacher said, he never felt prepared to tell his friend that he had skipped a course and therefore knew little of the assigned subjects, he could not find the moment and the courage could not be found, immersing himself in impotence and fear of not being able to say his misfortune, he did not feel it necessary if he was going to be helped, anyway, he did not have much time left to live, he was firm in his decision.

What he had noticed after a while of wandering in nothingness itself, had suddenly seemed to him, a small paper that protruded in his arm when he had it still folded, he opened it with some curiosity and his sockets opened like saucers at the proposal that acknowledged by Error. An outing with his friends? He couldn't believe the request is for him, was it possible? He did not seem capable of being at such a degree of friendship to invite him to spend it with his friends, and he was terrified of what they could do, if he was honest. His friends looked like bullies, and he would surely panic as soon as he took a step next to them.

But there was something that made it more difficult for him, he would be the one responsible for ensuring that his sleep that night was without nightmares, a calm and protected breathing, he was grateful, and he did not know how to pay it, he would make an effort to go only because it was black. Together with them, if not, the offer would be flatly rejected. He was not able to look at his face anyway to say, "I agree to go with you", he still hid the secret of his speech as best he could, and only thanks to Geno could he keep quiet and oblivious to questions with his ability to evade the mainly Blue questionnaire. Was Error still able to do the same to successfully hide his depression from him? He depended on it to continue existing without downturns, because always talking was an almost impossible mission, the fear of failing, that his words were wrong, he only managed to return conversations with trusted people, such as Geno.

Ink was suspended in thoughts of him until the weekend. How come the days had passed so fast?

He was still planning what to say on Friday sitting in his usual position, moving his legs to the beat of a non-existent song, it was a habit that as a child he had, due to his complex of being a little smaller than he should be in his age, hitting the air with a smile and always cheerful, that was the past, but he had no idea why he had resumed the urge to swing his limbs, he felt... Weird. Yet someone's voice had frightened him that the paper of the proposal had crumpled it up in an attempt to hide the evidence.

"Hey." Error greeted, it was normal that his first word to his person were those three letters, Ink saw how he was dressed, and although he followed the combination of black and with the primary colors he looked more gangster with such a leather jacket, open and showing a Plaid shirt, the youngest always wore the same lifeless clothes.

Ink, before answering looked around, since when had everyone already left? He was silent for a few seconds, pursing his lips, the words didn't come out.

"You don't have to talk." He interrupted, taking a step back, providing the available space for the other to get up and grab his bag. "A nod is enough for me."

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