During the last chorus of Small Bump, Ed started to get choked up and couldn’t sing. He stepped back and started crying a bit, and the audience took over for him. The fact that we didn’t scream the lyrics or scream at him was amazing to me; the sound of the crowd was angelic as we sang the rest of the chorus for him. If there were any doubts that he was crying, at the end of this song, he jumped right into the next song, playing the guitar. But he stopped playing after about two seconds and went, “alright, sorry.”
The oxygen nubs weren’t in her nose anymore,of course. They would have been taken out because she didn’t need them anymore. I’m glad they did it she felt free when they weren’t in. Like she was more herself than her cancer.they’d fixed her hair in a strange fashion that she would have despised.She was wearing the dress that she wore to Oranjee. Unconventional, but she would have preferred it this way.
I knelt down, and wished for a moment that I was kneeling for different reasons.I stroked her face. "I Love you," I whispered, although I don’t know how much sound got past my lips. "Present tense. Okay ?"
She didn’t respond of course. I lean down and kissed her cheek."Okay," I said for her, and backed away. the people who were watching me at the casket snapped their eyes away.
I looked at it.”Thank you.”
I stuck my hand inside it and found a box of Camel Lights.
The parents were walking back down the hill to the car. I looked at the box. The last keepsake, the last piece of my great star-crossed love that I would ever hold in my hands.
I took out a cigarette and reached for the lighter in my back pocket.The button was stiff, because it had never been pressed.
I pressed it now.Slipped the cigarette between my teeth. And I lit it.
AU The Fault In Our Stars where Hazel Grace succumbs to the cancer and dies and in the last scene all you see is Augustus standing out side with a cigarette between his lips and a hand slowly reaching up to light it.