Suggested by _BlueCaty_

Error POV
Three weeks. It's been three weeks since Ink's funeral. I can't believe I let this happen. She was right in front of me. How could I not see her swallow the pills? Pj didn't understand fully and Gradient was taking it pretty hard. Ink wasn't just a mother to him. She was like a best friend. I looked up to see only Pj. "P-pj... where's Grey?" I asked, rubbing the tears from my eyes. "He'll be late for school." "He's not going today. He said he's to depressed. When's mommy coming back?" He asked. I felt like my heart stopped. "...I... s-She isn't... she's dead." I replied. "Well, She has to. Gradients really sad." He replied. "Kid... she can't..." I started crying again. "...why...?" He asked. "Because she's dead..." I replied. He shrugged and got his backpack. I went to their room and Gradient wasn't there. "G...grey!?" I shouted. "He's in your room!" Pj said. I walked to my room. There he was, laying on Inks side of the bed. Sobbing, shaking, hugging something. I sat by him. "...w-why'd mom hang herself.... w-was it because of me...?" Gradient stuttered. "...Your mom had a lot of mental issues... I think she saw it as her only way out." I said. He hugged me. I started glitching. He quickly let go. "S-Sorry Dad- I-I mean Error..." he said in-between sobs. "...you can call me dad..." I responded. "Just don't hug me. Haptophobia." "I-I know..." I saw he was holding something. "Whatcha got there...?" I asked. He showed me a picture of us... Me, Ink, Pj, and him. My tears fell on the picture and I gave it back to him.

Gradient POV
I've never seen dad like that... he doesn't normally cry. Not in front of us at least. I remembered all the stories he told us about him and mom. How they met, how they fell in love, every detail of their lives together. I feel he loved her more than anything... even us. I'm not sure if I want that or not. It's nice to love someone more than life itself but, when they're gone... I felt the same way. Mom was the only person I knew that understood what it's like to be all over the place. Happy and ecstatic then all of a sudden feeling numb and useless. I could never talk to Error— I mean dad like that. He didn't like talking about emotions and I think it bothered him that he didn't know how mom felt. "You know... y-your mom always used to tell me she'd be with me forever... it's ironic that she herself broke that promise..." he said. Dad kept us home that day. I think we all needed it. Even if mom is gone and has been for at least five weeks I can't get the thought out of my head that she's gone. I sometimes still think she'll be there to drive us to school, hold me when I'm sad or scared, teach me and Pj art... I wish she was still here. I tried to explain death to Pj and he still doesn't get it. He still thinks she'll be back.

Pj POV
I understand death... I just don't want to face the truth. I can't believe she would do this to us! How could she!? How could she leave us!? I'm mad at her. I'm mad at what she did and I'm mad she made Gradient so upset. I know it's just her thoughts but I can't believe she acted on it! I told dad I wanted to go to school. Only so I could get my mind off of the fact that she broke my family because of her emotions.

*all of what was above was told to a therapist.

Therapist POV
"Ok... these are all different ways of how you coped with Ink's suicide." I said. They nodded. I looked at Gradient. "Now, Error, What Gradient said about you loving Ink more than them... was that true?" I asked. He sighed. "...I did... but, when she died I realised that I had to love my family... or they might decide... they want to be with their mom... a-and I mean dead... like... they'd kill themselves to." Error replied. I nodded. "Pj, you said you were mad at Ink... do you know how she felt...?" I asked the youngest. "...I thought mama was happy with us... I guess she wasn't." He pouted. I looked to Gradient. "Gradient, Ink was like a best friend to you? Do you have any other friends?" I asked. "Well... of course. I have Bluescreen and Goth but me and mom were close." "I see. I know this might be hard... for, all of you, but maybe you should talk about all the good times you had with Ink. They all agreed and I sent them home.