This is just going to be a short, sad oneshot that I wrote because I'm feeling sad. (I read The Book Thief, and it made me cry) So here's a story about what John Green didn't write in his the book.
He wasn't dead. Not entirely.
He was lying in a hospital bed. So close, yet so far.
It was family only.
They didn't allow me to see him.
I knew there was only one thing to do. That night, when his family was at home, asleep. I crept into the room. No one questioned me.
They were all too tired to think anything of it.
When I got into the room, I sat on the edge of his bed, careful not to wake him.
I watched him sleep for a while before his eyes flickered open.
"Hazel Grace?" he breathed.
"It's me, Gus." There wasn't much else I needed to say.
Each other's presence was enough to comfort both of us.
We knew it was getting bad for him. I knew that he probably wasn't going to make it much longer.
He was back asleep. He had been for most of the night, but I stayed. For all I knew, it was my last night with him.
I only left when my phone made a faint buzz at one. It was my mother, calling to tell me to come home. She said I should sleep in my own bed not an uncomfortable wooden waiting room chair.
"I love you," I told him. I kissed his forehead, lingering a little while longer.
"I love you, too, Hazel Grace Lancaster."
At that, I left.
I awoke a in my own bed. My phone rang. It was about three am now.
It was the one person I dreaded to hear from.
Gus's mother told me the news.
Gus hadn't made it through the night.
I sobbed in my bed and didn't sleep another wink. I silently cried, not waking my parents, not getting up.
I just stayed in my bed and cried.
I knew it could have been worse. That he could have went without my little visit. The thought of his last words being that he loved me made his death easier.
But that didn't mean it was easy.
I cried all the tears I could. They left my eyes like a pouring rain.
Our love wasn't a blazing fire, but the little candle we had was enough for me. Even if we were insignificant cancer patients to the rest of the world, we were something to each other, and that's all I cared about.