Hazel Grace's sight blurs as her breathing speeds. She adjusts her cannula tube and takes a deep breath. Hazel does not mind the slightest of being uncomfortable.
She continues reading An Imperial Afflicion. It was her favorite book, besides on how much an ass Vanhouten is.
Sweat drips from her forehead. Her chest tightens and her lungs are giving away.
The cancer is winning.
She drops the book and grabs her phone. She was meaning to call her mom but ended up doing a voicemail to Augustus Waters.
"Augustus--" Then she collapses, the cancer swallows her whole. The lungs break apart. Her sight disappears and so does the rest of the world before her.
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Hazel Grace looked dull inside the coffin. With her pale and white lips, she almost looked unrecognisable. The coffin was white and laid with flowers, the same color of tulips she was given.
Her parents couldn't do anything but weep for their only daughter. Isaac sits on the front row of the chapel, weeping for Hazel and remembering the times where they hump the cave walls in the video games.
And how those moments will just be memories. And how Hazel is not Hazel anymore.
No one saw it coming. The water in her lungs. It spread all through out her and she collapsed. Silence. It was a dead on arrival.
Augustus Waters arrived in the hospital an hour after Hazel's voicemail. It is funny how only hours ago from the voicemail, they were still laughing. No one knows when it happens. It just does. No warning sign. No reminder.
When she was still Hazel, a body with a life and breathes, Augustus felt as if it was just two of them against the world. But where is the world? With her, it somehow feels as though nothing else exists but you two, just for that one second.
To him, she was most amazing. Far too amazing. So much that it made him scared to lose her, with the cancer as a wall from that.
"Because what if I never find someone like her again?" was one of the few questions that were like a slap to Augustus. Because Hazel did something to Augustus.
It was something he can not name but he was made different. He could not even remember who he was before Hazel Grace.
Hazel Grace is a grenade. She blew up, taking everything of Augustus with her. The casualties were not minimal. Because he loves her.
Augustus loves Hazel. Present tense.
Different when he met her. Different when she was gone. He likes to think, now, that people exist of fragments of what we once were. You come to earth as a whole, complete being. But each hurt and blow, each about of emotional torture tears down your defences and chips away at you.
And in the end, we are merely a shell of what we used to be.
So in the funeral, Augustus Waters stands outside the door, hands in his pockets. Wearing white, he stands beside Hazel's oxygen tank. He grabs his packet of Malboro. A cigarette put between his teeth with a hand slowly reaching out to light it.
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The Hazel Grace Effect // The Fault In Our Stars One Shot
Fanfikce"And in the end, we are merely a shell of what we used to be." || First fanfic oneshot I wrote || The plot is mine but the characters all go to John Green's The Fault In Our Stars. This ending is entirely different wherein Augustus isn't dead. How l...
