Hiya people. This is my take on the last few pages on TFIOS and PLEASE don't tell me that it's similar to the ending, because i know ok! On to the story I don't own TFIOS unfortunately :(

Monologue : Augustus Waters

*Augustus comes back from Amsterdam with Hazel after visiting Peter Van Houting. Finds out he's dying. You were a disappointment. A lie. A lie that made me re-think my opinion of you.

Peter Van Houting, I don't think you can understand the complexity of Hazel Grace. She has become one of my precious people. A saviour almost. Her smile is the brightest I've seen-radiating warmth. She's ingrained into my memory so I won't forget her. She is so beautiful, isn't she? Hazel Grace is a beauty hiding in a patch of weeds. But the best of all is something I can't possibly tell you, for you won't be able to comprehend it Mr Van Houting. Hazel Grace did what you did not do, and that was not give up. She's fighting and hasn't lost the battle. Yet.

Peter Van Houting, you disgust me. You think you have a reason for giving up in life. But you don't. I think you are a coward. A coward that is scared to face the world. And i condemn you for that.

I'm the same as you old man. A fool. But me? I'm a fool blinded by his own idiocy. A fool that tried to make his own life his.

Before we die, we try to let the world remember us. That's what Hazel is scared of. Even though she won't admit it. She's scared of being forgotten. But we all want to be remembered Mr Houting. It's a fact. I want to be remembered. I do. That's the thing though. I don't want to be another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against diseases.

I want to leave a mark Mr Van Houting. Like you and your book.

But humans leave scars as a mark in the world. I don't want that. A world filled with scars.

I supposed I hoped for something with Hazel. Dreamed a dream that made my predictable, dying life more notorious. I wanted to dream.

But I didn't have to dream. I had to wish.

I wanted more time to fall in love with Hazel. I did. I left my mark- my scar. And that was Hazel. Hazel is different Mr Van Houting. She's not corrupted-she's innocent and pure. She walks the earth knowing she can't live in a fantasy. For fantasy and reality can't mix. It's not real.

The last thing I can tell you is that Hazel Grace is a fault. A fault in the vast universe which doesn't belong here. She belongs with the stars. She may be faulty, but that's why, she is the fault in our stars. Too far away to reach and understand, but too good to be near. Call her what you want Mr Houting, but to me, she is the misunderstood fault in the vast astromatic world.

Mr Van Houting I am leaving this to you- my last dying wish. Call it a nomsical wish of a dying man, but this is my last resort. For my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations.

I'm sorry for my burden Mr Houting. But you'll have to be her pillar of support. For when you read this, I will be no more.

Augustus Waters will cease to exist.