Hello my name is: a PruCan fanfic

Chapter 30

Cancer is a hard thing to recover from, but I managed. My life seemed to change as I realized I didn't want to die, and so did my relationships.

I got a job once again, a better job that could sufficiently pay my bills. I went back to college and started studying for a career that would make me happy.

I moved to a better apartment and talked to those I love every day on the phone, and I tried to visit once a week.

Me and Gilbert began to talk everyday again, and for everyone who seems to find this very important.... we fell in love once again.

I was able to attend Francis' wedding, and even better.... I had eyebrows for it!

My hair grew back slowly and awkwardly, but I managed. Many people asked about my cancer or sent me their regards and sympathies. It was, for the most part, a complete turn around for me.

Of course I would have to go in for check ups on my cancer, make sure it doesn't come back. It's strange to say now that I think about it, but cancer saved my life.

"What is up short stuff?"

"Your grammar has gotten worse."

"Hey! You go back speak French for a few months and see how easy speaking English is again."

"I was raised speaking both, I wouldn't be affected."

Gilbert snorted as he looked at me, his expression was easy but you could tell in his eyes that he was in love.

My expression appeared angry, but you could see in my eyes I felt the same way.

"What. Ever."

Laughing softly at him, Gilbert could really act like a child sometimes. It was truely annoying.

"So, are you ready and packed to stay at Francis' for the weekend?"

"Ye, I do not understand why he is hosting Christmas and not.... I dunno, YOUR MOM!"

"Gil, she's old. She probably couldn't handle it."

"She may be old, but she is nasty. I still can not believe that she will not talk to Francis."

"Hey, don't start this."

"We can not be "just friends" in front of her forever."

"Gilbert. I said drop it."

"Whatever, I am just saying at some point we will have to tell her..."

Sighing, I got up. I didn't need to hear what Gilbert was telling me, I already knew this. At some point my mother would be out of the dark about me.

It was hard enough to go confess my alcohol addiction. And how my life fell in the slums, and the fact that I promised to never hurt her like that again. It all still ghosted my conscience every time Gilbert talked about us. Our relationship.

Everything dwindled down to the fact that my mother was raised by a homophobic generation who thought the Bible was a valid excuse for taking away basic human rights.

I knew Gilbert had his eyes carefully trained on me as I paced around the room. Finding out I had been a no life alcoholic would be hard on any parent. It would be like going to your mother, looking her in the eyes and telling her she fucked up and did a horrible job raising her child.

I knew my mom would never truely have the heart to disown me when she found out, but she'd been angry. Then she'd convince herself she messed up.

You think she'd be accepting after all the marriages she has went through, but it has seemed to be tattooed on her mind that this was bad. The bonus being that someone never bothered to explain and convince to her that it wasn't, her hate must be like layers of tar on gravel.