he's gotten a little better since then.
connie and him sit next to the washing machine, above the beach, above the temple. she plays the violin, and patiently watches him struggle with his ukelele. it's okay, they have more than enough time.
suddenly, steven stops. he's looking at the sunset, melancholic; "connie," he says, "you know i'm— i'm not gonna make it."
she looks at him. there's tears running down his cheeks. "i know," she says, looking away.
"would you—" steven coughed out a dandelion, seeds and everything; connie helped him get it off, "—help me?"
"...help you? with what?"
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cancer ; steven universe
Fanfictionsteven knows there's something terribly wrong with him. the gems know, too, but they're too busy pretending they don't. alternatively; the tragic faltering of the rose. read this in ao3! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11239731?view_full_work=true
