I had two weeks until the doctors thought I was going to have my child. I remembered Augustus's middle name (the Augustus from Support Group): Ethan. Augustus Ethan Waters. The love of my life. I sighed and grabbed the car keys. I jumped into the car and drove to his house.
"Hi, Hazel," his parents said when they opened the door. I smile.
"Hi. Can I go down to his room?" I asked. They smiled sadly and nodded. I went down. I looked at his basement room. In so many ways it was the same, yet different. Most of his stuff was in the same place, but it just felt different. Augustusless, I guess. I sat on his bed. I felt a small bump under the covers. I pulled them from the mattress.
And there it was. It just sat there.
It was his pack of cigarettes.
"Gus..." I whispered. I held it, my hands shaking, to my heart. I was crying quietly. I pulled one out. I stuck in my mouth. "They don't kill you unless you light them." I recalled our first conversation. "And I've never lit one. It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing." I took out the small cigarette. I started to sob loudly. I was crying for twenty minutes before washing my face and erasing all marks of my mental/emotional breakdown. I climb up the stairs and found the Waters parents.
"Hey," I said, "I found his cigarettes. Can I keep them?" Mrs. Waters put a hand to her heart, her mouth open in grief.
"Where did you find it?" she asked.
"Under his sheets."
"Oh... O-okay." I hugged her.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Waters," I whispered in her ear. She nodded, her face wet.
"Thank you, Hazel, dear. I'm sorry too." She pulled away and looked at me. "But, yes, you can have it. He would want you to have it."
"Thank you," I said softly. She smiled at me sadly and lead me to the door.
In the car, I put one in my mouth.
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I took a deep breath through my cannula, which wasn't easy with my crappy lungs that sucked at being lungs. I started off once again. I drove towards my house and stopped at a red light. Suddenly, I heard a car's tires skidding across the pavement. I pressed my foot to the gas too late and the truck crashed into mine.
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I just would like to thank my good friend, Lauren, a.k.a. @KatyCatNinja on Wattpad and @katycatninja_thetribute on Instagram, for the idea of the first part: Hazel seeing the cigarettes. The crash was my idea :) Sorry for any feels. Don't forget to follow me on Instagram and Tumblr: @feelscantbecontrolled. Also, my YouTube channel where I talk about random fandom stuff (that rhymes!): Books Will Rule.
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