A/N: After popular demand (thank you guys so much!) i decided to write an epilogue :) i did feel kinda cruel for leaving you guys in the lurch like i did xD I hope you like it! I tried my absolute best with this and really hope i don't disappoint anyone! Enjoy :)

13 years later.

It was a hot day in Indianapolis. Hazel-Grace Waters was sat in her bedroom going through a photo album her grandparents had put together for her. The pictures started out with her mom as just a baby and with each turn of a page she watched as her mother grew into a beautiful young woman. One picture always stood out for her more than any of the others. It was the only picture she had of her mom and dad together, and, to her, it was the most beautiful sight in the world. Her father had is arm wrapped tightly around her mother's waist, whilst she smiled the most brightest of smiles, looking into the camera. Her dad wore a crooked half smile as he looked at her mom with such love in his eyes. Going through that photo album had become a tradition for Hazel-Grace on most days. The kids at school weren't so supportive of the girl who had never met her own parents. She slid the photo of her mom and dad out of the album and laid back on her bed, staring at the picture as tears began to stream silently down her face.

"Hazel?", she heard her grandmother's voice. She sniffed, quickly sitting up on the edge of her bed and wiping away her tears.

"Come in", she said. Mrs Lancaster walked into the room and joined her granddaughter on the bed.

"Hard day at school again honey?", she asked as she scanned Hazel-Grace's eyes. They were red and puffy, and it was hard to hide the fact that she had been crying. Hazel-Grace simply nodded before allowing herself to fall into her grandmother's arms.

"Grandma?"

"Mm?"

"Did mom want to die?", she asked. Mrs Lancaster remained silent for quite a while. How could she answer that? She wasn't even sure she really knew the answer to that question. She took a deep breath before tightening her grip on Hazel-Grace's shoulder.

"Your mom suffered for a very long time sweetie. And she wanted you to be in the world more than anything-", she stopped herself as a thought came to mind. She got up from her granddaughter's side and left the room, only to go into her own bedroom and rummage through a drawer until taking out an old envelope and returning to Hazel-Grace. "Your mom wrote this for you before she died-", she said, giving the envelope to Hazel-Grace. It read; Hazel-Grace Waters; My Little Miracle. "We've been waiting for the right time to give it to you, I think now's that time", she smiled softly. Hazel-Grace looked deep into her grandmother's eyes, thousands of emotions running through her brain at once. Mrs Lancaster sat silently as Hazel-Grace read the letter that her mom had written all those years ago. She finally let the letter fall into her lap as she looked up into space.

"I wish I knew them", she said quietly as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Mrs Lancaster took her hand within her own as she kissed her cheek.

"I wish that too sweetie. But they're always with you. No matter what", she said. Later that same afternoon, Hazel-Grace asked her grandmother to drive her to her uncle Isaac's for a visit.

"I'll pick you up later okay?", her grandmother smiled as she got out of the car.

"Okay", she smiled back before heading towards the front door. Before she even began to knock, the door had been opened and there stood Isaac bearing a huge grin.

"Let me guess- Hazel-Grace junior?", he said.

"Hey uncle Isaac", she smiled brightly.

"You can come in, on one condition!", he said seriously. "Have you got those robot eyes for me yet?". Hazel-Grace laughed.

"I'm working on it"

"Damn. Oh well that will have to do", he said as he stepped aside to let her in. "You want a sandwich or something?", he said as he walked into the house, lead by his cane.

"No thanks", Hazel-Grace said as she sat on the couch.

"Hey- whats wrong?", Isaac asked as he sat beside her.

"Nothing. I'm fine", she lied.

"C'mon. I can hear it in your voice. Somethings bugging you". Hazel-Grace stayed silent. "Is it those kids at school again? Cos, you know-", he continued as he lifted his cane, "-this stick isn't just for helping me around!". Hazel-Grace couldn't help but chuckle.

"No- no- well, yeah but- its just-"

"Your mom and dad?"

"Yeah", she sighed heavily. Hazel-Grace began to tell Isaac about the letter her mom had written for her before she died.

"I wish I could make it all better for you junior", Isaac sighed. The pair of them stayed silent for a moment, neither of them sure of where to go from there.

"Tell me about the night of the broken trophies again?", Hazel-Grace suddenly smiled brightly. She loved hearing that story, and she knew Isaac loved telling it. She didn't always enjoy talking to her uncle Isaac about her parents because she knew it upset him as much as it upset her. She knew he must have played a huge part in her parents lives for her mom to choose him to be her Godfather. Hazel-Grace sat there for a few hours as Isaac told her as many stories as he could about Hazel Lancaster and Augustus Waters. She didn't care if she'd heard them before, she could listen to them forever. Suddenly, a car horn sounded outside and Hazel-Grace looked out of the window to see her grandmother waiting. "I've gotta go".

"Okay. And listen; I'm here for you anytime. Don't forget that", he smiled. Hazel-Grace wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.

"I won't. Thanks uncle Isaac". She got up and headed for the front door.

"And hey! Make sure you bring me those robot eyes next time!", he called after her.

"Hey sweetie, hows uncle Isaac?", her grandmother smiled as she got into the car.

"He's good", she smiled back.

"Feel better?"

"A lot better". Hazel-Grace always felt better after visiting Isaac. He always knew the right things to say, not that her grandparents didn't. Isaac just knew her parents in a way they didn't. Hazel-Grace laid in her bed, that was once her mother's, that night and read through her mom's journal for what must have been the hundredth time. Her grandparents had given it to her a few months before after they had found it in her mom's old belongings. There was a page in there she particularly loved to read. It was all about her father and how much her mother loved him. Her heart melted at how much love was written in this small journal. Almost every page was about her dad and how he made her mom feel. She only wished that she could have seen that love for real and hoped that she would, one day, find a love like that for herself. The next day was a Saturday and Hazel-Grace woke up early and decided she wanted to go and visit her parents graves.

"Where are you off so early?", her grandpa asked as she headed for the front door.

"I'm just going to pay mom and dad a visit", she smiled warmly.

"Well, make sure you're back in time for breakfast!", her grandmother called from the kitchen.

"I will!", she called back before leaving. Hazel Lancaster had been buried right next to her star crossed lover Augustus Waters. After she had died, her parents felt that it would be where she would want to be. Hazel-Grace sat between the two head stones and placed a red rose on each grave. Her mother's gravestone read; Hazel Grace Lancaster. Beloved daughter, girlfriend and mother. Forever in our hearts. Hazel-Grace couldn't help but feel like her mom would want to vomit over the words that had been carved into stone. But it was nice all the same. "Hey mom. Grandma gave me the letter you wrote for me yesterday. You don't have to apologize. I cant say that I'm happy you're not here but you don't have to be sorry. I'm sorry that you cant be here-". She began to let herself sob as she started pulling bits of grass out of the ground. "Sometimes, I feel like its my fault you're not here. You gave up your life so I could have one. I know I shouldn't feel that way but I do. Dad's advice is unfortunately correct; the world isn't a wish granting factory. I wish it was. But I want you to know that- that even though I am sad you're not here, and sometimes I do blame myself, and the other kids at school aren't so nice sometimes, I am happy. I really I am. I don't pretend to be someone I'm not, I'm proud of who I am, I have awesome grandparents and the world's best Godfather and I'm healthy, and I cant thank you enough for what you did for me. I really love you mom- and dad. I just wish I could say that to you face to face, but the world isn't a wish granting factory and I know I need to stop wishing for things that just cant be. I'll get there eventually mom, I can promise you that. I know that you and dad are with me all the time and that gives me the strength to do anything! I'm glad you liked your choices. I don't think I could sit here and honestly say I'm happy in general if you didn't. And dad-", she said as she turned to face the gravestone of Augustus Waters. "I love you. I'm so glad that you guys are my parents, even though you cant be here with me. And I'm really glad that you and mom met and that you made her so happy. I'm grateful". Hazel-Grace stood up, wiped her tears away and kissed the top of each gravestone before walking away. She really was the happy girl that she deserved to be.