Chapter 2

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As I unwrinkled the scrap of paper I had found, I had no idea that it was the beginning of the rest of my life...

"Dear Hazel Grace,

       Ever since our little infinity in Amsterdam, I have been writing the after-ending of An Imperial Affliction. This is the reason Peter Van Houten was at my funeral; I needed his help for your journey. I set it up so that you and Isaac (and your families of course) would be taking an all-expense paid voyage around the world using the clues I left for you in the story. I am hoping that through the end of Peter's story, you will create your own life story that is so amazing and inspiring that you will never have to fear oblivion because no one could forget you & your story. I have left the first airline tickets for you in my favorite book (I think you know which one). Lastly, but most importantly, I want you to know how thankful I am for our infinity no matter how small or large. I am thankful everyday that I met you, Hazel Grace. You have changed my life and if I die tomorrow I want you to know that I will be waiting for you, just out of sight. When you stumble I will be right there to pick you up. I will be your guardian angel, and when you come back to me, we will be infinite. I love you with my heart, my soul, and all my one-legged being, Hazel Grace Lancaster, and I cannot wait to spend my after-life with you.

Love always,

Gus"

 This was my Gus, the Gus I had known, the sweet, loving, polite, devilishly handsome, fun teenager. I was so touched by his little attempt to relive our first "date", the one that happened right after our meeting in the literal heart of Jesus. I knew we had to head to Gus' house where we had gone to watch V for Vendetta right after support group.

Once we arrived at Augustus' house and explained the situation to his parents, we searched the bookshelf for The Price of Dawn. When we had the book, we opened it and found the tickets. It looked like we were on our way to Egypt to see the Great Pyramid of Giza.

When I got home and slid into bed, I looked out my skylight at the stars and thought. I thought about Gus. I thought about me. I thought about us. I thought about how we were infinite together, and how I miss him so much. I wondered if this might have been our honeymoon if our lives hadn't been kissed by death.

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