Sitting up in bed with a panicked jolt, Error caught his breath, moving his hand to his head as he turned to look at the stranger asleep next to him. Error uttered a sigh, and arose from his bed, careful not to wake the other as he made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Looking into the mirror, he could only remind himself that it wasn’t you in bed. As much as he tried to push you out of his thoughts, his mind was a forest, and you had carved your initials into every tree.

I can’t do this, what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I stop thinking of them. Maybe, I’ll go see them. That should clear this up.

Taking a deep breath, Error made his way out of the bathroom, and down the hall to your bedroom door. With a brief moment of hesitation, Error stared at the closed door, his mind array with scenarios. It was late at night, so he didn’t expect a response, but even still, he knocked.