Final Night

by Halfblood With A SIG And A Pen

Hazel sees Augustus again. It's a short story, and I think it's worth two minutes. R&R

If I owned the book Augustus would still be alive.

When I woke up, I was not expecting to see him. I had not seen him in three years. It was not possible for him to be standing above me now. It's not possible. It's not possible. It's not possible. I must still be dreaming. I want it to be possible, but it isn't.

I cannot see the dead.

I buried him. I saw his coffin being slowly lowered into the ground. It was the worst day of my life. It was my ten.

Hazel Grace Lancaster had tossed and turned in her sleep every night since Augustus Waters died. But this night had been different. In her fitful sleep she had knocked off her breathing tubes. She finally found her post-terrestrial third space again.

I feel like a troll, but at the same time I'm proud of myself.