My name is Hazel.
I live next to the boy next door.
I love him.
All day long, he sits, just strumming his guitar and singing in the light of the flickering fire.
The only light.
Sometimes I wonder, is he ever happy?
Sometimes I wonder, Does he know I'm there?
But I know one thing. I know he's like me.
I, like him, am made of pure starlight.
But we are missing one thing.
The hope, and the love.
Nobody ever wished on us.
Not one person made us a constellation.
No one cared.
We are fading stars, waiting to fall into the black darkness that surrounds us.
It is always dark here.
And the light we create is only a slight glow.
His fire is the only bright thing that I've seen in three million years.
And his guitar plays only the most beautiful and heartbreaking songs.
I have watched him for more than I should have.
He helps me hold on.
To life.
To the heart and hope that I never had.
Someday I will sing one of his songs and our voices will blend and fix the broken hope left inside.
Someday he will look up at me and say that he loves me.
Someday I will tell him I care.
Someday We will both hold on and wish on each other and make our own constellation.
Someday We will both disappear.
Someday is not here yet.
Never will come.
But always.
Always will I look at him.
When I have vanished when I will have to move on his song will stay with me.
I am a star. I have a name, Augustus.
But that does not matter.
I am dying.
I am fading away into the blackness in which I came from.
I have never been wished on, I am not in a constellation, I have been robbed of the hope and love that I need.
There are fading stars out there that just spend their time waiting and watching for their time to come.
But I am different.
I play.
I sing throughout the time that I wait.
I cannot play happy songs.
I never will be able to.
I will be lost in grief and sadness for what I have to do.
I used to think that.
Until the day I heard another voice singing my songs along with me.
That day when I turned and saw her.
She was fading like me.
She was singing like me.
She was smiling.
And that was when it all changed.
As I watched, he took a breath and smiled back.
As I watched, he shone a little bit brighter, just enough to light his guitar.
As I watched I walked step by step over to him and sat down.
We both sang for a long time but then he set his guitar down and just looked at me.
And I was staring at the white light that surrounded us both.
She was staring, staring at the light between us as we started glowing just a little bit more.
And I opened my mouth and spoke.
I said that I loved her and she said the same and when she looked at me again she realized what she'd done and then I did too.
I had talked.
I had held on to the strength that I had and talked.
She had walked to me and used so much of her energy that she could never go back home.
She had done that for me.
She had risked her life for me.
I was special.
I was loved.
I would live.
(It's kind of irrelevant to The Fault In Our Stars, but I like the idea of it. Sorry if you don't like it.)