I do, Augustus.
I do.
It has been a couple of months now, since Gus' death. I've been coping... Not very well, but it was inevitable that it was going to happen.
The past few days have been rough, but I feel like Gus is here with me... Somehow.
Every so often I find a cigarette on the floor, or on my bed. I generally just move them, thinking my mother has put it there to help me to not forget about him. However today, mom and dad were out at the psychiatrists office trying to get me some more anti-depressants. I'm depressed. But depression is just a side affect to dying. Dying is a side affect to life, Gus was always going to die. I just didn't perceive it would be so soon. Anyway, they had left and I found a small circle of blood and a cigarette inside it, on my bed... I thought that I had started my monthly, but i wasn't due. I then heard a familiar voice calling my name.
"Hazel-Grace, my God you look beautiful." I'd hear it say, Gus. But it couldn't be...
I have emailed Peter Van Houten a few times more, I have never known a man so egotistical and conceited in himself that he can be so casual about death, he himself has experienced a loved one die. I don't know how he can act this way when he understands my predicament. After his appearance at the funeral, I've kept my distance, only a couple emails to-and-fro. I'm getting better, I think. It's been hard living without Gus in my life. I'd always expected me to be the grenade... I wasn't prepared for it to be the other way around. I type away at my computer for a while, bored so I scroll onto tumblr, when I hear a strange noise coming from my closet... I walk over and, as any stereotypical horror movie white girl would do, open the door. I hadn't expected a guest appearance this early on, am I in heaven? I must have blacked out before I had time to zone back in and realise what I'd seen. I just know id seen it. It was Gus.
He's back.
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The Fault in Our Stars: Augustus' Return
RomanceI do, Augustus. I do. It has been a couple of months now, since Gus' death. I've been coping... Not very well, but it was inevitable that it was going to happen. The past few days have been rough, but I feel like Gus is here with me... Somehow. E...