Falling leaves scattered down onto the windshield. I could only stare out the window, at the empty brick building. In only a couple of hours he would be back. I could wait for him, do it the right way. But how could I tell him the truth?

After all, no matter how nicely I put it it would break his heart. It's better to do it like this. He'll always wonder, but he wont have to mourn me when I'm gone.

I fight back the pit of sorrow building up in the back of my throat and start the car. I pull out of the driveway and leave. Endless roads and hills pass by me. I drive for hours, lost in my thoughts of what could've been if I stayed. If I could stay.

The doctors said that by the end of the month I will be dead. That the tumor has reached my lymph nodes and there's nothing they can do anymore. I thought I could fight it silently, that I could get treated and he would never have to know. Now my lie has gone too far, and if it's my time I'd rather he didn't know anything at all.