A/N Hello again!
Basic information for this particular fic: Tavros will die. It'll probably be sad. Yeah it's PBJ so, like, Gamzee's there too. There'll be sex, language, and clowns. Humanstuck AU.
As with all my fics, negative criticism is appreciated as long as you are polite about it. If you are not polite I will disregard your comment.
This chapter is just the introduction, so it's pretty short, but the other chapters will hopefully be appropriately sized, let's say over 1,000 words each.
Enjoy!
One more month.
Thirty-seven days, the doctor said. The cancer was spreading. Too poor for chemo. The doctors, your mother, her friends, friends of yours, all the adults and everyone who didn't have to deal with it just keep freaking out. So many I'm-sorries, so many dazed pauses in conversation, and it takes all you have sometimes not to yell at them for it.
You are calm. You have been calm since you found out about your cancer months ago. You suppose it hasn't really hit you yet that you're dying. It isn't like you have much to live for anyhow, even if the cancer was operable; it's knocked out the use of your legs, and rehabilitation would cost more than you could afford. You didn't go to college and the only place you've worked in your life is some music store in the mall. You're living on your own by some miracle, though your mother visits often these days, if she leaves your side at all.
You really do love your mother, no matter how annoying she can be. She asks you constantly about what she can do to make you more comfortable. Sometimes she asks about your bucket list, which you never really bothered to think up, but now you think you ought to consider it. As you're considering it she asks that same question one more time, and this time, you have an answer.
You want to go to the circus.