The Day the Stars Fell | Sequel to tfios

Chapter One

How do you face each new morning when you've lost the love of your life? To some, that may sound a little dramatic, but when your seventeen and have cancer, chances are, that could be the only love in your life. And with Augustus Waters being as wonderful as he was, he truly was the love of my life.

Life without Augustus is bland. I've gone back to my old self; the self I was before I met him. I've started watching America's Next Top Model again as I lay around the house in pajamas, a blanket laid over my legs.

"Hazel, Isaac is here," My mom called to me from the front door. I slowly stood up and grabbed the handle to the cart of my oxygen tank, wheeling it behind me as I walked to the door.

"Thanks, mom," I whispered as I took hold on Isaac's arm, leading him inside.

"How are you?" Isaac asked after we finally got situated on the couch.

"I'm lost," I replied, my voice cracking as I tried holding back a few tears that threatened to spill. Isaac reached out and patted my arm.

"It'll get better, Hazel. Okay?"

My voice was hoarse as I responded with," Okay."

"Oh, shit," Isaac mumbled. "I'm sorry, Hazel. I knew that was something you and-"

I cut him off," It's alright. I know you forgot." He gave a small smile as if he tried to reassure me.

"I talked to Monica," Isaac finally said, breaking the awkward silence.

I sighed. Monica was Isaac's old girlfriend. She had broken up with him before he had gotten the surgery on his eye; before he was blind. She claimed it was "hard for her" having a boyfriend that is blind. Bullshit is what I say. She was probably pissed that she would have one less guy to compliment her on how she looks every day.

"What did she want?" I asked, turning to Isaac.

"She wants to get back together with me."

"And what did you say?" I asked, suddenly very interested in hearing what happened between the two of them.

"I told her to never call me again," Isaac replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"No way," I gasped in astonishment.

"Yes way," Isaac laughed lightly. This had been the first time in two years that I had smiled. "Anyway, your birthday is coming up. Number nineteen."

"Yeah, can you believe it?" I chuckled softly.

"You're so old," he teased, reaching out his hand and lightly pushing me.

"Oh, really?" I asked, teasingly.

"Yeah. So what does grandma want to do for her birthday?"

I pondered about this for a bit. I hadn't actually thought about it. On my eighteenth birthday, I never did anything. I was still a wreck over Gus's death. I was too busy grieving to the think of something to do.

"We could go egg Monica's car again," Isaac suggested with a smiles.

I laughed lightly," Is it your birthday or mine?" He held up his hands in defeat.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Nah, it's fine," I waved him off, although he couldn't see due to his blindness. "Maybe we could . . . visit Gus?"

"I like that idea."

"So it's settled. In two weeks, we're going to visit Gus."

We sat there in silence. My find flickered to Augustus and all of our memories together; the first time we met; watching a movie at his house; talking about Imperial Affliction with him; our trip to Amsterdam; and our "first time".

A tear slipped down my cheek. I sucked in a breath and exhaled as I wiped away more tears that fell silently. If only sadness didn't exist. If only cancer didn't kill. If only. That's all there is in this world: if's. Without if's, we would have no hope.