I'm running, running without an oxygen tank, with two pairs of perfectly good lungs. I reach up and touch my fingers to my nose. No cannula. No tank in my grasp running along side me. I am free.
I don't know where my body is taking me but it's nice to feel free again. I run until I have found myself at the old church and walk right in to the Heart of Jesus. My eyes start adjusting to the harsh darkness, but suddenly one light turns on, shining like a spotlight in the very center of the room. A dark figure emerges and speaks with the voice I have missed so much.
"Hazel Grace, where have you been?" Gus says as he beams that perfect smile that he reserved just for me. I run to him and wrap my arms around him. But before I can smell his familiar golden smell, he turns to dust right before my eyes. Horrified, I yell for him to come back. I am screaming as I fall down to my knees and cry until I am having spasms. Suddenly I feel a warm hand on me.
"Augustus?" Only to find that I am back in the ICU, with the cold white walls encircling me. The short nurse's hand is still on my shoulder and she has a worried look on her face. I can't breathe, and my lungs are burning up with every shallow breath.
She yells to other doctors that appear out of nowhere and they start asking me all these questions and playing with my IV and tank but I can't focus right now because it was all a dream. I wonder how bad it would really be to die.
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The Fault in Our Stars: Epilouge
FanfictionA short story on what happens to Hazel one year after Gus' death