Depressive AU ¦ ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Chapter 8

Therefore, Ink nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly, put the paper in his pocket and took his bag to stand up and accompany the jet to the exit.

"Okay." Error sighed as if he was trying to shake off a terrible burden, or preparing to receive it. "They'll be looking for us in an hour, so we have time for you to leave your things at home."

"Does Geno know...?"

"For going out? And why should he?" He complained, looking away, that made Ink feel guilty for asking something perhaps improper "He is not our mother to be aware of our lives, much less with you. You have the right to get together and go with whoever you want, Ink."

That was a plus point, as long as his aunt did not get angry with their meetings, which he doubted would happen, there would be no problems, his uncle also allowed him to go out, that was what he had said, to take advantage of his life and his new companions, to appreciate his new chance to forget the past, he still did not feel what he supposed would change his perception. Even if there was a change, they were only sensations that would go away possible neither with Geno nor Error that his decision was different.

Ink asked Error if he could please accompany him to his house, he did not want to have to see his aunt and it was better to be with the brothers instead of enduring a terrible downturn that always happened in his solitude. Error did not ask for an explanation, they just left in his mother's car.

The Crayons' mother had gotten out of the vehicle this time, and she called Ink to accompany him to her room. The youngest followed her, without understanding why he had to go with her.

"Small." She spoke with a loving and maternal countenance, as the room was more uninhabited, the solitude allowed his voice to be heard more powerful despite being subtle. "Is it due to something? I don't want to get into your life, but as a mother I worry that you are avoiding your own home..."

Ink was in front of the door that separated them from the corridor and Mrs. Crayon's room, it felt the same as a police interview with a thief, he was absolutely innocent of anything he would have done in his life... Or so it was what he wanted to think after that incident... He looked down sadly, the woman was with her best intentions to know more about his life, a concern of a greater feminine, a look of the mother that he had long lost. His silence stretched for minutes, and she seemed to have enough patience to wait for his response, having his own with just his expressions.

"My aunt..." The minor whispered weakly, his eyes burned and the bridge of his nose itched like never before, he was forced to tell the truth, and his legs faltered. "I want is.. To be with her..."

"Your aunt? What about your parents, dear?" Her tone was soft, he already knew from whom he had gotten how careful Geno was, his words seemed instead of hitting him with force, brushing him as if they were feathers. The woman had approached Ink, kneeling to be at a similar height, his soul shrunk when the silence said more than a thousand words "Oh... I'm so sorry... I won't ask again. I want you to know, my child, that this house is yours whenever you like, my children like you very much and I could prepare a room just for you, kid."

"N-no need." Ink denied, just as his head moved denying, it was fine like that, anyway he slept in Fresh's bed when he ran away, that woman was being incredulous with the truth of her children, and getting more involved with her family it would be against his goals. But... Just but... What if she left his being open? Accepting the help of her acquaintances, being carried away by her pampering, would you change your mind? She saw him incapable.

The eldest hugged tenderly, embedding a key to the container of tears in Ink, who cried in the love of a mother, alien or not, it felt good to have a maternal affection that sheltered him, there was the possibility that she was his counselor, a second mother, although I rarely see her, only in the car that led him to his second life.