"Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral, at Memorial, in the ICU, when the cancer, which was made of him, finally stopped his heart, which was also made of him."
We all know that he died. But isn't it our hearts deepest desire to know what happened in those eight days?
Gus arrived home, thoroughly tired from his excursion to the Literal Heart Of Jesus.
He knew he loved Hazel. He didn't know if he would be able to bear heaven (or hell) without her. It was this fear of the unknown which kept him awake at night. He kept on hoping against hope, that he would be able to hear her laugh again, her sarcastic tendencies, her charisma which lit up a room (like Christmas lights).
He wanted to go on and on living, breathing only for her. Perhaps they could have a Romeo and Juliet – style death where they both died. But the world was not a wish granting factory. He wanted to move on, with her. He wanted to live and die with her.
But could he bear to see her die? His life was ruined, but hers had hope. She had chances of living, slim but there. It hurt him to see her flinch every time she breathed. He wanted to live to see her live.
He had a whole list of wants. Oh how he wished! But even the Genie Wish people could not grant this one.
Time passed. His condition worsened. Spots danced in front of his eyes when he got up. He shifted, from the abode of his trophy-less room to a stark white ICU.
He wanted his room back. When they were smashing trophies and consoling Isaac. He wanted to live those few precious moments again. It was now he realized how lucky he was. He had these wonderful memories.
But the only memory which was on replay was the one of Hazel breaking down while saying his eulogy. He didn't want her to cry. He wanted to wipe those tears away, and kill the person who caused them. Too bad the person was already dying.
As he wiped his own tears, he knew what he had to do. As he collected a pen and paper, he began writing a note to Van Houten. All he wanted was one last wish. One last way of proclaiming his love for her. He began writing, ignoring the excruciating amount of pain it took to write – and think. He wanted him to write a final eulogy for Hazel. Wasn't it every fangirl's dream for her favourite author to write a eulogy for her? His final wish.
His hand lay quivering as he called his mother to post the letter to Van Houten. He had wrote enough- to hopefully guilt trip the stupid author into writing a eulogy. It kind of made sense, for the person who had destroyed all hopes for her was now writing a eulogy for her.
Okay, perhaps his wish was not okay, but that was the least he could do for her.
All he hoped was that he didn't epicly fail. He didn't want to go to fear the oblivion, but right now all he wanted was a nice sweet afterlife.
Perhaps that's why people want to believe in an afterlife, in heaven and hell. It gives them hope that some things may change. Some people may be reunited. Some people may be punished.
July 1st
He felt his life force slipping out of his hands. He sent one last message to the love of his life.
Okay
As he took his last breath, the message failed to send. No reception. The 'tap to retry' button was never answered.
(A/N) Just don't cry please! This was originally written for an admin contest on facebook...