The fault in our stars- an alternate ending.


1. The dream

I awoke from my dream panting, out of breath. I suddenly realized Augustus Waters was fake, a figment of my imagination. The love, the infinity, the pain; it all vanished in a second. A little part of me had hoped it was real and the other part was glad I didn't have to experience the real pain of him dying. Nonetheless, Augustus had given me hope. Even though he was not real I could still feel his presence telling me to fight and get out of this depression. Cancer has taken over my life, when it is really only a small part of who I am. Augustus was a sign that everything was going to be okay. I slowly went back to sleep wishing I could talk to him again.


The sunshine peeking through the window in my bedroom led the way for a slow awakening. My mom emerged into my room, smiling at me. "Time for support group today Hazel" she said as if she was breaking some devastating news. I threw on a t-shirt and jeans, trudging the oxygen tank downstairs. I huddled into the car, opening "An Imperial Fiction" for the gruesome car ride. I stared blankly at the pages, my mind focusing on Augustus. I couldn't understand why I was so hung up on this imaginary star-crossed lover in my dream. When we arrived at our destination I knew what I needed to do. I decided to throw a part of my life away that I had been holding onto for a long time: the book. I didn't believe in fictional realities anymore. Augustus and the book had helped me regain my self-worth, but I needed to realize that they were not apart of me anymore. I waved goodbye to my mom, as a look of concern spread across her face as she saw me throw the book away. I entered the building smiling, enjoying life for what felt like the first time. As I was walking confidently I collided into a tallish handsome looking boy. I apologized swiftly as I took a deep stare into his blue eyes. We stood there for a few seconds just like that, staring into each others eyes as if trying to figure the other out. I quickly gazed away, apologizing again and taking a seat in the room. As everyone settled we introduced ourselves and the impossible happened. The boy who I had just ran into stood up and introduced himself as none other than Augustus Waters. He explained that he was here for his best friend Isaac, and was once a victim of cancer. When he sat down I was at a loss of words. This couldn't be the same guy. The Augustus in my dream was sick and had cancer and died in the ICU. This Augustus was different. He had a certain glow about him, not anything you would recognize in a cancer patient. When support group ended he came up to me, introducing himself again. He asked my name, and tilted his head looking at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. "You're beautiful, and I like looking at beautiful people" he replied. And that's when it hit me. The Augustus Waters who I had once thought was ficticious was standing right before me, just as perfect as he was in my imagination, except cancer free. There was no risk of him dying, no risk of pain. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes, I am definitely okay" I replied grinning. 

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