AGUSTUS WATERS::
This is an eulogy for Hazel. She asked me to write one,and I'm trying. I just, I could use a little flair.See, the thing is we all want to be remembered. But Hazel's different. Hazel knows the truth. She didn't want a million admirers. She just wanted one. And she got it. Maybe she wasn't loved widely, but she was loved deeply. And isn't that more than most of us get?. When Hazel was sick, I knew I was dying....but I din't want to say so. She was in the ICU and I snuck in for 10 minutes and I sat with her before I got caught. Her eyes were closed and her skin, pale.But her hands were still her hands. Still warm, and her nails were painted this dark blue-black colour and I juts held them. And I willed myself to imagine a world without us and what a worthless world that would be. She's so beautiful. You won't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she's smarter than you...because you know she is. She's funny ever without being mean. I love her. God, I love her. I'm so lucky to love her. You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have a say in who hurts you. And I like my choices. I hope she like hers. Okay, Hazel Grace?
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