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I Need You, Gus [ON HOLD]
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Ongoing, First published Feb 28, 2015
~This is something of the life Hazel experiences after Augustus' death~

"Fate is inevitable. Destiny can never be changed or irrevoked. But never did imagine in my wildest dreams that Gus will leave me like this, all by myself......"

Gus has gone, and Hazel is all by herself. She can't bring her herself to believe this but the truth is before her. How will her life turn out after Gus?? Will it be the same, the way it was before Gus entered, or will it take twists and turns?? Will she be able to battle her cancer, or will it eat her before anything else?? Read on to find out.....


~This is kinda my sequel to The Fault In Our Stars. All characters and themes are based on the novel itself. The idea is mine, but I own nothing else~
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Completed ✅ When I was four years old, I saw a woman die. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I didn't realise I was stepping in her blood. I just thought my mother had gone to sleep, and, in a way, she had. When I was eight years old, I saw a man turn to drink. My father was struggling to deal raising me without my mother, and alcohol was his coping mechanism. When I was twelve years old, I saw a man lose himself. The alcohol had not helped my father, and when the drugs came along, things got even worse. The man I used to love had changed, disappeared, and in his place was a drug-ridden wreck of a man, who barely knew my name anymore. When I was sixteen years old, I saw a man die. I understood exactly what was happening. I knew why he was lying on the floor. I realised I was stepping in his blood. I thought my father had gone to sleep, and, in a way, he had. And it was my fault. Back then, there were three of us. But I'm twenty years old, and it's just me now. My name is Hazel Richards, and I'm the only one left.