A/N thank you again to everyone who has read or is reading this and has stuck with it this far. I'm sorry about your feels. This story had to be written, and no matter how crappy the last few chapters are, I think that it was a pretty good one.

Grab some tissues or a pillow.

This chapter is from Gamzee's point of view.

You open your eyes. Your room is just beginning to pale with the light of day. You wonder why you're up so early. Blurry eyes sweep around the room as if to find the answer to your question, but it quickly becomes a search for Tavros. The space where he slept is cold and empty, and his chair is gone.

With a groan you sit up, only to notice that your computer screen has a note taped to it. It strikes you as odd, which brakes you out of your groggy stupor. "The motherfuck…?"

You stagger from your bed to your desk, a few stray thoughts making themselves into concise spirals in your head. Tavros probably went out early to see the sunset, and ever the worrier, left you a note to tell you exactly where he is. You love that boy, whacky habits and all.

The small chuckle that had escaped your lips fades as you read, though. You sink down into your computer chair on weak knees. You can't breathe. You are shaking as you reread over and over. Your smile is gone, your heart drops, and you can feel yourself slipping into a bit of a panic, but you force yourself to calm down as you jiggle the mouse to wake the computer up as the note instructs.

You press play and watch with tears threatening in your eyes.

Tavros had taken every picture you took the first day you met and every day after and put them in a slideshow. You didn't really take the time to look at them all; never really realized just how photogenic your perfect match is. You smile through the tears when you see his nervous tilt of a smile turns into a full-on grin as the photos progress. All the places you went, all the people and things you showed each other, even a few pictures he must have taken on his own, judging by the amount of leather and the amount of blush it puts on your face…it's all here. It's the entire month displayed before you in a matter of minutes.

It leaves you breathless. Your tears have stopped, though, and you can stand again. Your stomach is trembling, but you push through it and clear your throat.

The sun is only about an hour in the sky as you climb the hill behind your home. You can see him sitting there, facing the direction of the great orb. It shines on him, giving him a healthy-looking shine. You stop, flexing your fingers and trying to slow your heartbeat, trying not to hyperventilate. It takes a few moments, but you manage a smile. "H-hey, Tav," you choke. "How was the sunrise? Bet it was fuckin miracles, huh. Aw shit, listen to me, im shakin and stammerin like you. Oh, but, don't worry, my brother, it ain't no big thing really."

For a moment you pause and stare up at the sky, shoving your hands into the pockets of your sweatpants. You swallow the huge lump in your throat, wishing you could just scream. "Alright, motherfucker, I guess…I guess I ought to be up and getting you outta here huh. Gotta go meet your momma, right? Don't be worryin, Tav. I've got you. You know I won't let you go, so…well, let's get going!"

You sniff and lift his limp and lifeless body into your arms, carrying him bridal-style back down towards the road. You figure you can get that infernal contraption later. Right now, Tavros needs you, and his mother needs you.

His mother cries when you tell her. You look at the pictures every night. The note, well…the note you had made into a piece of art and hung over your bed, and you can hear his voice every time you read it.

"Dear Gamzee,

If you're reading this it means that you've woken up and I'm not there. Don't worry, I should be back soon, I just wanted to catch the sunrise one last time.

Well…I guess you're wondering why it'll be the last time. Gamzee, let me tell you that you intrigue me. I never really figured you out, but that's the beauty of you. You always found the beauty in everything, and I loved how your eyes would shine when you talked about one of your miracles. I loved you a lot, Gamzee, and I still do, and that's why I need to tell you that I'm dying.

It isn't a big deal, really. I'm not afraid. I knew this would be my last month. I haven't been scared of the cancer from the beginning. When I get back I'll tell you the whole story. But you know these things, they're unpredictable, and I can feel it coming sooner than expected. We may only have a few hours left, a day at most, and you deserve to know how much you mean to me, and how much I cherish you.

If you jiggle the mouse you'll see that there's a program set up. Press play. These are the moments that you will always have with me. These are the moments in my heart. Until my last breath you'll be on my mind. I love you, Gamzee Makara, more than I've ever loved anyone.

Listen for me in the wind. Tavros."