Month One (Six Week Project) by Happyfreak107, literature
Literature
Month One (Six Week Project)
Month One
"How long?"
"Six months." He says.
"Six months." I croak, my throat suddenly dry.
"Maybe seven."
I sit there for a moment. Tick tock. Then I say, "Okay." I get up to leave, but he stops me.
"Wait! You don't want to talk?"
I turn around and give him a sad look, "I have six months to live," I force myself to say it, even though it's hard, "I don't really want to spend it at my doctor's office."
The way he looks at me makes me think he's had this conversation before. And he probably has. But instead of any pity, or condescension (which I hate), he just looks at me and says, "I'm sorry."
So I say, "I'm sorry, too. Goo
