"Come follow me. I have something I want you to see," Gus said.

I willingly followed. We walked for about 10 minutes before I asked where we were going.

"You'll see," he said with a grin. I stopped to kiss him, and let him lead me.

Another 10 minutes later, we arrived at the graveyard where we buried Gus. His

smile had faded as we walked near his grave. "I know this is hard, Hazel Grace.

But there's something I'd like you to know," Gus said, now teary eyed.

We arrived to where I imagined we were going. A ceremony was being held

near Gus' grave. Everyone dressed in black sat under a canopy sobbing, but

staying mostly quiet. Gus led me to that dreary ceremony.

We found two empty seats in the back row. No one suspected us, for we were

nothing but shadows. I was still unsure about why we were here. I looked

around for a reason. Suddenly, Isaac was at the front of the crowd asking

everyone to sit down. As everyone sat down, I saw the distraught face of my

mother, and I realized where we were. Gus lead me to the front, where the

casket was still open from viewing.

There I lay, pale, dressed in the dress I wore to our date in Amsterdam. I was

still wearing my Chuck Taylors (something I had insisted to be buried with).

There was the hole, right next to Augustus Waters' grave. It was perfect. Just

how I wanted it to be, and I was lucky enough to see. Gus sat us back down,

and directed my attention to Isaac. He cleared his throat, and I put my head on

Gus's shoulder and waited for Isaac to stop crying.