Day 1:
"How could I have done this to him?!?!" Ink screamed at himself, filled with grief.

Day 2:
Knock knock knock. "Moonwatcher, Bluemoon...Ink can't talk, he hasn't be out of his room for 2 days..." Pj said. They understood and left.

Day 3:
"I miss you..." Ink said as he made deep cuts on his arm with a knife he stool from the kitchen last night.

Day 5:
"COME BACK!!!" Ink screech at the top of his non existent lungs.

Day 7:
Ink cries now for hours on end in his room, he's barely even eating let only leaving his room.

*Ink Is Filled With Grief*