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You love Augustus Waters. You love the pretentious boy in the brown leather jacket and you love his silly metaphors.
Hazel has to remind herself this even as she straddles Isaac's hips.
Isaac is your friend, this won't mean anything.
He unbuttons her shirt. She pretends that his hands are Gus's.
It's a coping method. You're both sad.
Isaac captures Hazel's lips as he thumbs over her pebbled nipples.
You miss him.
Hazel wonders why she kisses back.
He never will be.
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Isaac left minutes later with an excuse. His face was splotchy, and she is angry -- at herself, Isaac, Gus, at the whole fucking universe -- and he disappears. He doesn't speak to her again.
Her lungs fill a year later, and Isaac is long gone. Hazel Grace is alone, choking and hurting and dying because she is weak, and the world has little care for single individuals.