Inks POV
He was silent. Oh god. Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad. I changed in my mind. Then he pulled me by my shirt and kissed me. Then he pulled back from the kiss and gave me a Serious look. "How did this happen, and who did it." He said plainly. "You got shot when we were sitting down. I don't know why. And who, I don't know either." Before I could tell him more, Errors mom,Blue,Fell,Geno,And surprisingly fresh, entered the room. Well I mean they didn't enter, they kinda....broke the door down and ran in....yeah.....
"ARE YOU OKAY?" Blue And Errors mom yelled at the same time. Me and Error turned quickly. "I'm f-fine." Error said Trying to sound fine, though we could all tell he wasn't.
Soon Sci walked in. "Hello. I have some good and bad news. Good news, Error will be ok. Bad news, he can only be healed, and we don't have a strong enough source, so we will have to get *mumbles name* to heal him. It will take about....3 Days?" Everybody looks happy. But I look sad. Error will be gone for 3 days??? THATS WAY TO LONG. "Can I stay here with him?" I ask. "Sorry, you can't." Says Sci. I frown. Error notices my frown and pulls my chin so our lips touched. "It's ok Inky. It's only 3 days." I sigh. "O-ok."
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It's been 2 Days since I've seen Error. I've been getting lonely. I only have my mom and occasionally, Blue. I have started cutting myself. Don't know when. It just started.Just shows how pathetic I am. I wanna die. I wanna die. I WANNA DIE. I scream inside my head. I pick up the phone quickly and dial Errors number. Ring Ring ~ Ring Ring ~ "Hello? Inky?" "H-Hey. I really miss you. When do you come back." "I miss you to...I come back tomorrow. I love you." "I love you."
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Candy~ Ink x Error
RomanceThey Begin with being neighbors, but will they end with Love? Also none of the art in this book is mine. Credit goes to the person who made it. I wrote this book when I was 10. Its so incredibly cringey so read at ur own discretion.
