Suggested by CasieyLucy0512 (not the human part)

Ink POV
I grabbed my gun and put it to my head. I had arrested my boyfriend, Error yet again. I can't keep doing this. He promises he'll stop and then gets in trouble again. I sighed and put the gun down, driving to the jail he was in.
I visited him. Not as a cop. As his lover. I didn't wear my uniform. I'm off duty right now. I picked up the phone and he put his free hand on the glass.
"Hey baby.~" he flirted.
"Error. You know I'm not here for pleasant chit chat." I replied seriously.
He sighed.
"Inky, baby, I know this seems bad I promise, I'm innocent this time! I wasn't even at the drug store last night! I was at the bar!" He said.
I had tears in my eyes.
"Don't lie to me." I told him.
"I'm not. I promise."
I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. I want to believe him. I really do. I love him. Still... I can't do it anymore.
"Error, I love you, I do. I just... I can't go on like this. Seeing you in jail time and time again, breaking the promise repeatedly I-I can't!" I cried.
       "Until you prove to me that you can control yourself... I think we should take a break."
       We were both crying. He was shaking.
      "Wh... what...?" He seemed confused.
       I ran to my car and sobbed violently. I can't believe what I had done. When I was calm enough I drove home.
       I laid in bed alone. What I usually did when Error was in jail. This time, it was cold. I didn't have the consoling thought that Error would be home in a few days.

Error POV
      I watched Ink bolt out the door crying. I cried to. The only person I had ever loved just left me. I knew she still loved me. I love her. I couldn't stop her. The guard took me back to my cell and I just sat there. Thinking about what just happened.
       "What's wrong with you?" My cellmate, Cross asked.
       "I...my girl just dumped me..." I told him, putting my head in my hands.
       "Oh, that sucks." Was all he had to say.
       When I was released I walked to Ink's house. I knocked repeatedly but she wasn't there. I waited.
       After an hour she came home from work. She looked at me and gasped, looking away. I ran to her and hugged her. She didn't push me away but she also didn't hug back. She was shaking. I heard her making small animal noises as she cried.
       "Error I told you-"
       "I know! But I don't want to live without you! I don't want to live without my Kiki..." I told her.
       She sighed.
       "I-I... I told you to come back when you changed...goodbye, Error." She said, walking into the house.
       I was shocked. How could this be happening!? I broke down, falling to the floor and crying on the sidewalk.
       Eventually, I walked around and found my apartment building. I laid on the broken couch and curled into a ball. I felt so alone.
       A few days later I've called Ink multiple times. She never answered. I decided to not try to change. I want Ink back but I can't stop. I just can't! I've been stealing since I was a kid and now it's like I need to steal to survive.
       No matter how much I loved my Inky... I can't change.

*2 years later.

Ink POV
   I dropped off my two year old son, PaperJam at his school. I didn't have the heart to tell Error I was pregnant when I left him.
   I kissed Pj goodbye, and drove to work. Not even ten minuets into my shift my boss told me that a thief was running and they needed backup.
   When I got there of course, it was Error they were chasing. I ran after him and he looked back. That made him slow down. He stopped dead in his tracks.
   "...Inky..?" He asked, smiling a bit.
   I looked at him. I told him everything about our son... about our sons. The other, Gradient was murdered a few months ago. Needless to say he looked a bit guilty. He kept saying he was sorry for the hell he thought I was going through.
   I walked towards him and heard a gunshot.  
   "Blue what the hell!?" I asked, rushing to Error.
   "You shot him!" I cried, trying my hardest to heal Error.
   "He's a criminal ma'am!" He replied.
    I cried as Error stopped me. He weakly caressed my cheek and smiled. His breathing was slowing.
   "Tell him about me... please." He pleaded.
   My tears fell on his jacket.
   "You'll be ok! Someone call a damn medic!" I shouted.
   "Inky... no."
   My eyes widened as he fell limp in my arms. I bent over him and screamed. It morphed to ugly crying. I had to literally be dragged from his body. I was given a few days off from work with pay.
   When Pj was old enough I told about his father like Error wanted. He had so many questions as to why he was never there and what happened to him. I answered truthfully and it broke my heart because he seemed so sad about it.