The woods, the air, purity of state. The man had no hope and so the Woods were all that were left to him. The cancer evolved and when he had everything and everyone possible, he decided that leaving would be best.
Do I cry? You are great with words. This is a touching story that really needs more votes. I hope you can benefit from one more from me. In return, could you read my short story, Slender? I'd like some advice on how to fix it, or if you liked it.