I Will Leave, without Lying Down on the Dewy Grass Even Once
“So does this mean I’ll leave this world without lying down on the dewy grass even once?”
“There are more important things than that to think about, actually, but if that’s what’s on your mind, you could still do it. You’ve got at least three weeks left.”
“But there’d be no point now. I’m not going to.” I didn’t let him say anything else, and I left before he could start with the trite words of consolation.