" They would miss me. But they would be around to miss me. They got to go on living.
Jess had kept my secrect. So what. She'd had to keep the secret of where I was going to die -- but I was the one who had to go there and do the dying.
My mom would never get to tuck me in, sure. But I would ever be warm again.
My dad would sit alone at a dark table. I was going to die alone in a snowstorm.
They would cry when I was gone, but I would be the one who was gone. They had all the tomorrows in the world to start feeling better.
"It's not fair!" I shouted. The wind swallowed my words and blew them to icy dust. "

― Dan Gemeinhart , The Honest Truth