From the Notes of John Green Grace
This is the true story of "Hazel Grace Lancaster". I am John Green Grace, son of Piper McLean and Jason Grace. You might know me as my pen name, John Green. And this, right here, is not mine, but her story.
My sister's story.
Not "Hazel Grace Lancaster".
It was really "Hazel Lancaster Grace".
At first, she was just sick.
Very, very sick. She had this type of mythical illness nobody had in a thousand years. That's why my mother and father were so worried. We hid it from everyone. Even from our friends/family, the Jacksons, the Valdez's, and the Zhangs. We pretended everything was fine. We carried on living camp life happily. Hazel hid her pain from everyone, and that's what broke my heart most. All my friends thought I was just a crybaby in my early teen years.
That's not true.
Did they know how much it hurt, how much it pained me, even when I was a mere child, to watch my sister, my bubbly sister on the outside, cry and gasp from the pain indoors?
Did they know how much it killed me to only be able to watch, and never be able to help her?
I loved writing. I always have. Beauty and love come in many forms, and being the grandson of the goddess of love and beauty, I wanted to show both through my passion. I wanted to release my pain through a private novel about my sister's life. Her true suffering, her true love life, but with a twist.
After all, I couldn't write everything in the true light, about her being a demigod, about her pretending to be okay outside.
Hazel was pretty. Of course she was. Our parents were as good looking as anything. She was loved by everyone, and she was my best friend. She looked over me, even when sometimes she couldn't because of her suffering. During a winter break, my parents sent her to a mortal "support group", where she met Augustus.
Augustus... I thank the gods everyday she met him. He gave her true happiness, even until the day he died. I'd never seen Hazel so lovestruck, her dreamy smile seemed to stave off all the pain. She loved the stars, she adored them. They were practically her soul, and she spent hours just watching them move excruciatingly slowly across the black velvet we call the night sky.
So that's how I wrote it. "The Fault in Our Stars", the story of a pained demigod and a suffering mortal, each of them the other's light in the harrowing tunnel that was their future. We never imagined Gus would die. He seemed so healthy, so cheerful. He kept repeating how God had saved him, which was funny at the time, especially since we knew it was supposed to be "The gods". But it turns out he was a replica of my sister.
Pretending to be fine, pretending there was no pain.
Pretending everything was alright.
Pretending...
Pretending we could live forever with the power of love.
All references towards The Fault In Our Stars is copyrighted for John Green. I own nothing except the general concept of this short one shot. \
This one was the most heartwrenching to write, because I could relate with "John Grace" so much it's depressing. But that's not what I wrote this for. I didn't write this for myself.
I wrote it for all of you out there who can relate with me.
May the gods bless you all.
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