Augustus Waters kept a journal, at least for the last few weeks of his life. No one knew, not even Hazel. He wanted to keep it all to himself; he kept it hidden from the world.
Hazel found it a while after his death, when she was cleaning his room. She immediately went to the last entry. It was from 2 days before his passing.
Dear Journal,
Metaphorically speaking, as my dear Hazel said; I'm a hand grenade. I'm about to explode and hurt everyone around me. I'm on a rollercoaster that only goes up, my friend, but I'm afraid that my chair might have some technical difficulties, because I'm about to fall off. Hazel will miss me. I will miss her, or at least I think I will. I'm going to be dead. It's a scary thought really. That I have so little left of my life.
God damn it, being on the verge of death really hurts. I'm starting to think of actually smoking just to speed up the process. Hazel will kill me, which will also speed up the process.
I'll soon have to say goodbye to this wish-granting factory. Although, besides Amsterdam, none of my wishes came true.
Oh the pain, I think I'll go to sleep now.
Goodnight,
Augustus Waters
Hazel read the passage tears in her eyes. She took it home with her, and decided that she'll read a passage of the journal every day.
She did read, and it lasted exactly to the day of her death.
This is the story of Augustus Waters' last days on earth, and the days later in heaven.
