A/N: I wrote this a while back and am on the edge now about if I still like it or not, all the same it serves as a nice reminder of what I used to write like.
"Hazel wanted nothing more than for Augustus to be the one to deliver her eulogy," Isaac started "Unfortunately he cannot be here today for a very obvious reason."
Just like Hazel, Isaac wished too that it was Augustus who was the one talking about Hazel's life. But neither of them got their wish, due to Augustus' death last year. It was Augustus' death that had strengthened his and Hazel's friendship. They had started hanging out more together, playing Counterinsurgence IV and talking in general about thoughts and musings. Slowly, he had become Hazel's best friend, and she had become his.
When she had started getting sick again last month, he had visited her in the hospital every day. He would bring her the digital camera that he had started carrying around and she would tell him what the pictures were of.
Poor Isaac, people would whisper behind his back poor blind Isaac. He will never be able to see the world again.
But Isaac enjoyed the time he spent with Hazel, listening to her explain the every detail of the photos. It was his own, unique way to still see what was surrounding him. But as Hazel got sicker, his time with her listening to the photos dwindled. Lately, all she was doing was sleeping. So Isaac wasn't surprised when he got a call saying that Hazel had died.
"When I first became blind, I carried around a digital camera wherever I went. I was constantly taking pictures, so if I ever got like robot eyes or something, I would be able to see what I was missing out on then," Isaac smiled, remembering when he was at Augustus' prefuneral and he had said something about seeing through girl's shirts with his robot eyes. It was little things like these that made him so nostalgic for the times when Hazel and Augustus were both still alive.
"When I visited Hazel in the hospital I would bring the camera and she would tell me in vivid detail what they were of. Now mind you, I can't see, so I have no clue whether my photos are any good or even of what I am taking a photo of. But Hazel had this gift of storytelling. She could make the pictures come to life so it was almost as if I could actually see the things." Isaac felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he promised himself that he would cry. Not now at least.
He looked to the stained glass window that was usually streaming in lots of colourful light. But not today, the thunderstorm raging outside seemed to comply with the emotions everyone was feeling. As if all of the colour had been sucked out of the world.
"I miss that. The world has gone grey. All of the colour in the world has turned into hundreds and hundreds of shades of grey. And I miss the colour. Hazel, my friend, Godspeed."
As Isaac stepped away from the podium he let out a small sigh, one that might have come from those many hours of support group so long ago. And finally, he cried, because this time, Hazel wasn't there to sigh back.
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