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Augustus Waters turned to me. Literally, he said. Literally I asked. We are literally in the heart of Jesus, he said. I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus. Someone should tell Jesus, I said. I mean, its gotta be dangerous, storing ren with cancer in your heart. I would tell Him myself, Augustus said, but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He t be able to hear me. I laughed. He shook his head, just looking at me. What I asked. Nothing, he said. Why are you looking at me like that Augustus half smiled. Because youre beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence. A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything. I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, Im not beau Youre like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman. Never seen it, I said. Really he asked. Pixiehaired gorgeous dislikes authority and cant help but fall for a she knows is trouble. Its your autobiography, so far as I can tell. His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didnt even know that guys could turn me onnot, like, in real life. A younger walked past us. Hows it going, Alisa he asked. She smiled and mumbled, Hi, Augustus. Memorial people, he explained. Memorial was the big research hospital. Where do you go rens, I said, my voice smaller than I expected it to be. He nodded. The conversation seemed over.

Well, I said, nodding vaguely toward the steps that led us out of the Literal Heart of Jesus. I tilted my cart onto its wheels and started walking. He limped beside me. So, see you next time, maybe I asked. You should see it, he said. V for Vendetta, I mean. Okay, I said. Ill look it up. No. With me. At my house, he said. Now. I stopped walking. I hardly know you, Augustus Waters. You could be an ax murderer. He nodded. True enough, Hazel Grace. He walked past me, his shoulders filling out his green knit polo shirt, his back straight, his steps lilting just slightly to the right as he walked steady and confident on what I had determined was a prosthetic leg. Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. Then, if it likes you, it takes the rest. I followed him upstairs, losing ground as I made my way up slowly, stairs not being a field of expertise for my lungs. And then we were out of Jesuss heart and in the parking lot, the spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the lateafternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness. Mom wasnt there yet, which was unusual, because Mom was almost always waiting for me. I glanced around and saw that a tall, curvy brunette had Isaac pinned against the stone wall of the church, kissing him rather aggressively. They were close enough to me that I could hear the weird noises of their mouths together, and I could hear him saying, Always, and her saying, Always, in return. Suddenly standing next to me, Augustus half whispered, Theyre big believers in PDA. Whats with the always The slurping sounds intensified. Always is their thing. Theyll always love each other and whatever.

I would conservatively estimate they have texted each other the word always four million times in the last year. A couple more cars drove up, taking Michael and Alisa away. It was just Augustus and me now, watching Isaac and Monica, who proceeded apace as if they were not leaning against a place of worship. His hand reached for her boob over her shirt and pawed at it, his palm still while his fingers moved around. I dered if that felt good. Didnt seem like it would, but I decided to forgive Isaac on the grounds that he was going blind. The senses must feast while there is yet hunger and whatever. Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital, I said quietly. The last time youll ever drive a car. Without looking over at me, Augustus said, Youre killing my vibe here, Hazel Grace. Im trying to observe young love in its manysplendored awkwardness. I think hes hurting her boob, I said. Yes, its difficult to ascertain whether he is trying to arouse her or perform a breast exam. Then Augustus Waters reached into a pocket and pulled out, of all things, a pack of cigarettes. He flipped it open and put a cigarette between his lips. Are you serious I asked. You think thats cool Oh, my God, you just ruined the whole thing. Which whole thing he asked, turning to me. The cigarette dangled unlit from the unsmiling corner of his mouth. The whole thing where a who is not unattractive or unintelligent or seemingly in any way unacceptable stares at me and points out incorrect uses of literality and compares me to actresses and asks me to watch a movie at his house. But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER. Oh, my God. Let me just assure you that not being able to breathe SUCKS. Totally disappointing.

Totally. A hamartia he asked, the cigarette still in his mouth. It tightened his jaw. He had a hell of a jawline, unfortunately. A fatal flaw, I explained, turning away from him. I stepped toward the curb, leaving Augustus Waters behind me, and then I heard a car start down the street. It was Mom. Shed been waiting for me to, like, make friends or whatever. I felt this weird mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside of me. I dont even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it, and I wanted to smack Augustus Waters and also replace my lungs with lungs that didnt suck at being lungs. I was standing with my Chuck Taylors on the very edge of the curb, the oxygen tank ballandchaining in the cart by my side, and right as my mom pulled up, I felt a hand grab mine. I yanked my hand free but turned back to him. They dont kill you unless you light them, he said as Mom arrived at the curb. And Ive never lit one. Its a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you dont give it the power to do its killing. Its a metaphor, I said, dubious. Mom was just idling. Its a metaphor, he said. You choose your behaviors based on their metaphorical resonancesâ€¦ I said. Oh, yes. He smiled. The big, goofy, real smile. Im a big believer in metaphor, Hazel Grace. I turned to the car. Tapped the dow. It rolled down. Im going to a movie with Augustus Waters, I said. Please record the next several episodes of the ANTM marathon for me.

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