Ink's POV

  I stared at the professor as she spoke about the unit of calculus. My eyes were heavy but I tried my best to stay awake. The best solution was to aimlessly doodle in my notebook.

  Error sat next to me, looking down at his book while writing notes. I didn't have the will to look at him just because I was soulbroken. A black tear rolled down my ink stained cheek. I shook my head after realizing that I was on the verge of crying.

'Pull it together, Ink.'

  I pulled my brown scarf up before continuing my doodles.

  The lesson dragged for what seemed like hours, that is until the professor finally announced that class was dismissed. I gathered my belongings and left the room without Error. However, my best friend was still able to catch up with me.

Error: Why didn't you wait for me, Ink?

  I shrugged. Regret quickly grew inside of me when I saw the slight sadness in Error's eyes. Despite the fact that I was trying avoid him, Error still had my soul.

  Listening to the sounds of the campus, we walked to our next class. Everything was peaceful but it was ruined by an all too familiar voice, Martina.

  The tanned woman smiled as she approached us. I grimaced but turned away so she wouldn't see my face. It was difficult to hide my expression however, I was good at acting.

  Turning my head back to Error and Marina, I saw that the female had her hands on my crush's chest. My fist clenched and I blinked to keep the black tears in.

Martina: Hi Error.

Error: Martina!

  He said with a smile.

Error: I'm sure you remember my friend Ink.

  My name being caused me to lift my head up. A fake smile appeared on my face so she wouldn't see that I disliked her.

Martina: Of course I do.

  She held out her hand to me. I took it before shaking hands with her.

Martina: It's a pleasure to officially meet you.

  I nodded to essentially say that I was glad as well, even though I wasn't. Martina looked at Error once more, wrapping her arms around his waist. My facade wavered a little.

Martina: There's going to be a party at the female dormitory tonight. A lot of people are going to be there. Would you and Ink like to come?

Error: I don't know, Martina. Ink has extremely bad social anxiety.

Martina: Oh, okay. Well just think about it.

  She walked off, leaving Error and I alone. I snapped my fingers so I catch Error's attention. I raised my hands so I could start talking.

Me: "You can go."

Error: I won't go unless you want to, Ink. We do everything together, that's what friends do.

  I felt my soul break inside.

'Yeah... friends.'

Me: "We can go."

  I said before walking away, Error following close behind. The air was filled with the sound of students talking with one another. Error and I were the only ones who weren't saying anything.

(Time Skip)

  The dorm was silent, just the faint noise of my pencil rubbing against the blank paper of my sketchbook. The lines slowly formed together to create a picture. The drawing of me and Error kissing. This was something that Error could never see.

My friend was out buying groceries so I had some time to myself.

I sighed as I closed my sketchbook. Thinking about the drawing, it made sadness grew within me.

'If only.'

The door suddenly opened and Error walked in. I sat up, feeling a genuine smile appear. My hand slid my sketchbook under my pillow, hiding it from the one person that couldn't see it.

Error: I got ramen for later.

I lightly clapped, showing him my happiness. Ramen was the greatest food for college students. Quick to make and really cheap. Error placed the bags next to the cabinets that we had all of our food in it.

Error: You ready to go?

I hesitated before nodding, standing out of my bed in the process. My feet was switched to autopilot, trailing after my friend who was happy to be going somewhere.

On the way there, Error tried to talk to me about today but I kept conversation to a minimum.

Eventually we arrived to the dormitory for the women. Several people were there, enjoying the music and each other's company. I felt my anxiety begin to act up once realizing how many students were actually there. However, I had to stay strong.

'This is to make Error happy.'

We entered the building, my cheeks were soon tinted with rainbow blush. The fake smile on my face slightly changed because of my continuously growing anxiety.

The main lobby had the drinks, snacks, and the source of music. We found Martina talking with her friends. She noticed us which led her to face us.

Martina: Error, Ink! Welcome!

She yelled, approaching us with a fast pace. I looked at Error to see a smile on his face. A sad exhale escaped my mouth but no one heard me.

(Time Skip)

I watched Error happily talk with Martina while I stood in the corner of the room. My anxiety was reaching its limit, causing me to shake and want to cry.

Looking up, I stared at my crush. He always seemed to make me smile. However, he didn't like me back. A sad smile possessed my lips.

After turning away, I walked towards the door and left the building. Error didn't seem to notice my absence.

The night was chilly but wasn't cold. I walked to the male dormitory where I lived. My car was parked next to the building. I unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat. Then, I leaned my head against the wheel and let my tears out.

I cried for what seemed like forever but the inky tears eventually stopped. Whipping away my black tears, I turned on my car and pulled out of the parking space. I turned on my radio, listening to the music that played. I drove down the road with sense of where I actually wanted to go. My mind finally decided.

'I need something to drink.'

The trip was silent since I was alone in the car. Occasionally, a tear would roll down my ink stained cheek. I parked in the lot of the liquor store. Getting out of the car, I walked into the store.

A subtle calming feeling floated around the building. I walked down the aisle that was filled with wine bottles. I trailed my finger along the different brands. The cold feeling of bottle touched my palm as I grabbed it.

  The man behind the counter smiled as a greeting. He was a white cat, the tag on his shirt read "Taryn".

Taryn: How are you?

  His British voice was the first noticeable thing about him. I raised my hands to tell that I was mute.

Taryn: Oh.

  He started signing back to me. A smile appeared on my face.

Taryn: "How are you?"

Me: "I'm not having a good day."

Taryn: "I'm so sorry to hear that."

  He looked at something before turning to me again.

Taryn: "I was just fixing to close the store for the night. Do you want to talk about it?"

  I was silent before nodding.

Me: ...

"That would be nice."