A Fault in our Stars Sequel
A Fault in Our Stars Sequel
It’s almost been two months since Augustus died. I feel pain everytime I think of him, like I’ve taken out my cannula and have no oxygen, I can’t breath, like I’m slowly slipping away into nothingness. My need to see him is growing, with every tear stained moment, my want to hear his sexy tone of voice, or to see his crooked smile one last time is worsening. Oh, what I wouldn’t do to see my star crossed lover one last time. He gave me a forever within the numbered days, and for that, I will love him always. The pain in my chest is getting worse each day, it’s like I’m drowning and the only the keeping me awake, and yet almost killing me, is the pain. The morning sickness is terrible; another side effect of dying. I keep pushing it to the back of my mind, but I missed my period. Mum doesn’t know this, she can’t know of my very near impending doom, it would crush her heart. I can’t do that to her, even though I’m a grenade and the damage I will, in due time, inflict upon her will be heart-wrenching and excruciating. I still visit Augustus every day, to talk. I hope he hears me, whispering about Peter Van Houten and how Anna was based on his dead daughter who had leukemia. His parents aren’t dealing with it it all, because, that’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Sometimes I like to go over to his house, to help with the cleaning and heartache. But, my favourite place is his bed. Crawling deep under the soft covers without my cannula just to get one last whiff of his diminishing scent. He’s fading, I can feel it. I hang out with Isaac too, playing blind guy video games for hours, reminiscing about the days when Gus could still breath. “Everything just feels so pointless without him, you know? I mean, if he had to die at 17, why do the guys who killed hundreds of people in 9/11 get to live until they’re 90? Who gets to choose? Why would they chose him, of all people? Because if God chose, when I meet him I’ll give
It’s almost been two months since Augustus died. I feel pain everytime I think of him, like I’ve taken out my cannula and have no oxygen, I can’t breath, like I’m slowly slipping away into nothingness. My need to see him is growing, with every tear stained moment, my want to hear his sexy tone of voice, or to see his crooked smile one last time is worsening. Oh, what I wouldn’t do to see my star crossed lover one last time. He gave me a forever within the numbered days, and for that, I will love him always. The pain in my chest is getting worse each day, it’s like I’m drowning and the only the keeping me awake, and yet almost killing me, is the pain. The morning sickness is terrible; another side effect of dying. I keep pushing it to the back of my mind, but I missed my period. Mum doesn’t know this, she can’t know of my very near impending doom, it would crush her heart. I can’t do that to her, even though I’m a grenade and the damage I will, in due time, inflict upon her will be heart-wrenching and excruciating. I still visit Augustus every day, to talk. I hope he hears me, whispering about Peter Van Houten and how Anna was based on his dead daughter who had leukemia. His parents aren’t dealing with it it all, because, that’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Sometimes I like to go over to his house, to help with the cleaning and heartache. But, my favourite place is his bed. Crawling deep under the soft covers without my cannula just to get one last whiff of his diminishing scent. He’s fading, I can feel it. I hang out with Isaac too, playing blind guy video games for hours, reminiscing about the days when Gus could still breath. “Everything just feels so pointless without him, you know? I mean, if he had to die at 17, why do the guys who killed hundreds of people in 9/11 get to live until they’re 90? Who gets to choose? Why would they chose him, of all people? Because if God chose, when I meet him I’ll give