Augustus' POV
"Okay, Hazel." She sat down on my bed, her hands folded in her lap. "Are you mad? At me?" She asked, staring down at the floor. I hesitated. "I'm...I'm not so much as mad, Hazel. But confused. How come you did'nt text me? Telling me that you were walking. What if I w-was five minutes late and I show up to see your body-" I could'nt finish, hot tears started streaming down my face. "Augustus, please I'm-" She started getting up. I interrupted her. "No stop. Let me finish." I demanded. She looked hurt, I regret being harsh, but she has to listen to this.
"I love you, Hazel. So, so much. If you left me, I don't know what I would do. I m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we ll ever have, and I am in love with you. You may not be loved widely, but you are loved deeply. And not just by me."
She stared at me in shock, mouth ajar. I stood, hands in my pockets, while facing the floor. "Hazel, I don't think you know just how much you mean to me. I would kill for you, I would die for you." Before I knew it, she grabbed me and hugged me. It felt good to know I didn't lose her, that she didn't leave me and the only world we will ever know behind. She pulled back slightly and gently kissed my lips. One hand cupping my left cheek. I pulled back slightly, staring into her sparkling green eyes. "I love you, Augustus Waters. More than you will ever know. Okay?" I smiled slightly. "Okay."
She took the nubbins out of her nose and dropped it on the ground. I looked at her quizzical. She then lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head, dropping it on the ground. "Whoa, Hazel Grace! This is not the time to-" I then saw it. A huge black and blue bruise on the right side of her rib cage. And a blue bruise ,the shape and size of a hand, a little above her elbow on her left arm. Not to mention the bruise forming on the cheek bone on the right side of her face. I could feel my face turning cherry red by each passig second.
"How are you going to cover this up?" I gently touch the bruise on her face. I know she can cover the one on her ribcage and arm, bit I'm pretty sure her parents actually pay attention to her face. She sighed, "I don't know. I can try makeup. Concealer?" "Or, you could makeup a lie." I suggested. "And what would I say? I tripped and fell on a door handle? Or I tried being Isacc and ended up walking in a door frame? How about you kicked your shoe off in the air, and it flew in my face?" She suggested humorously "I can tell you are making fun of my suggestion, Hazel Grace. It's not appreciated." I smiled. "Aw, too bad." She smirked. She then put her shirt back on.
"Come on," I said. "lets go to my parents bathroom." "Why?" She questioned. "To see if she has anything to cover up that nasty bruise on your face!" I reminded. "Oh, okay." She said. "Okay." We then headed up the stairs.
