"Oh, I'm grand." Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."
I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way this story ended with someone else. I liked his voice.
The restaurant was on the other side of the street; the outdoor seating on the other, on a concrete out cropping right at the edge of the canal.
I said, "you are not going to tell me anything about disease I don't already know. I need one and only one thing from you before I walk out of your life forever: WHAT HAPPENED TO ANNA'S MOTHER?"
He looked up at me. It was horrible. I could hardly look at him. The Augustus Waters of the crooked smiles and unsmoked cigarettes was gone, replaced by this desperate humiliated creature sitting there beneath me.
My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I wouldn't be able to get more than a sentence into it without dissappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us, as it should.