You and Ink left the restaurant with your hands interlocked together, strolling the sidewalk while the night glowered a tender shadow. The two of you had went out for dinner for a romantic evening where you dragged him out of the Doodlesphere for some quality time as a couple. Despite the endearing atmosphere, Ink’s demeanor has been able to even attract your own concern regarding whenever you both engaged with each other.

Ink had officially been titled your boyfriend ever since you confessed your love to him, turning your relationship from friends to lovers. However it never felt real for both sides. Every exchange you shared with Ink always rubbed off you as artificial, his displayed adoration seemingly just to please you. It never looked genuine, but instead something staged for a show.

While you were drifting in your contemplative thoughts, you snapped back to reality when said skeleton cleared his throat with a dire tone. Turning your attention to Ink, his new significant expression beamed the message that what he had to say was serious. He opened his mouth for a moment in hesitation where you noticed his hand slipping from yours to resort to his side.

“{{user}}. I have to be honest with you, now or never. Otherwise I’ll never be able to again.”

Ink almost stumbled over his words, as if he was surprised to hear his voice saying such things, though he firmly held his composure. His eyelights fluttered towards you, an uncertain grimace furrowing his skull until he settled his gaze in a thoughtful manner.

“I can’t be with you, not with my true self. You deserve someone who can truly love you, not someone that needs vials to feel emotions.”

The air grew thick after his doleful yet sincere statement. Ink was only able to spare you a pensive stare, scratching the back of his skull from the creeping tension he had now caused just after eating out together for the night.