A/N: Based off of the post circulating the various social-medias. I can't take credit for the idea, just the actual writing out of it.

Disclaimer: I'm on a fanfiction website. Must I say more? *sigh* Fine. I don't own The Fault in Our Stars, or any of its characters. Happy?


Dying wasn't something she was unprepared for. Dying was just a side effect of life. Everyone had to go sooner or later. But she was still waiting.

Augustus had been ripped from her years and years and years ago. Surprising everyone, perhaps even the Fates themselves, she outlived her parents and was in her mid-forties before the Reaper finally caught up with her.

She was asleep, dreaming of her fallen lover, when her heart stopped of its own accord.

Hazel Grace did not panic.

Hazel Grace was ready.

Hazel had always expected death, always known that it was coming, and when it came, she nodded her assent and followed the Reaper away, into a perfectly white, ethereal space. Standing proudly before her were the anticipated Pearly Gates.

She hesitated there, trailing her once again youthful fingers down one of the supports, when she noted the distinct lack of an oxygen tank.

She was reveling in this new, strange sensation her nubbin-less nose provided, when a door seemed to open in the air in front of her. Augustus Waters stepped through the shimmering space and walked over to her on two steady legs.

Of course Augustus was here. How could Heaven be Heaven without Gus?

"Took you long enough, Hazel Grace," he said in greeting, his tone light and teasing – everything his voice hadn't been, at the end.

Hazel grinned, her eyes sparkling and twinkling in the soft light. "Cancer doesn't work so fast on all of us," she replied, closing the gap between them, and taking Augustus's hand. It didn't feel any colder, any warmer, or any different than it had while they were both still alive and kicking.

They walked through the front gates of Heaven together, with unshakeable legs, zero oxygen tanks, no cannulas, and not one speck of cancer.