"I do Augustus,
I do"
I just sat at my desk for a minute, dazed, speechless. Then the tears came. They came fast and uncontrollably. I grabbed a piece of notebook and wrote him back. I knew that there was no possible way he would it, I just felt he needed a reply.
My dear, beautiful, Gus,
You left your scar, but it is a beautiful scar. Whenever I see that scar it reminds me of you. Of us. Of our little infinity. It isn't like a scar when you are a child, and the bully down the street pushes you down. Their little knobby, knees, bleeding, and in that moment they experience their first little glimpse of pain. They are scared
Gus, you are, not were, my safe haven, my light in the darkness, my Something with a capital S. You are my everything.
I will never regret the choices I made, for our little infinity. You are the reason my crap lungs still pump oxygen to my cancer ridden body. The reason my heart still skips a beat, and butterflies constantly reach new heights within my stomach as they flutter around.
You have my heart, Augustus. I will never regret the choices I made. See you soon.
Love,
Hazel Grace
It felt good to write. I remember when I recited this poem to Augustus on his way to the ER, how I had added more to it. He told me I was a writer. That I should write.
"I will Augustus, I will."
I grabbed another sheet of notebook paper. I thought for a moment then I let my hand flow across the page in too familiar writing. I watched as the words began to tell the story of two terminal lovers, and their doomed romance. I wrote the story of us, as a testimony to our infinity.
Chapter One
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed...
I promise Gus, I promise I will.