Day 30：男主臨終前的last good day，女主及好友獻感人頌詞

最新 02-16

第四期

40天讀完《fault in our stars》

提前祝大家新年快樂！《星雲里的錯》都到第30天啦～今天是年前最後一天閱讀，把最悲傷的部分留到年後，今天的內容是關於Hazel去參加Gus臨終前的Last good day，並獻上頌詞，告訴了Gus她對他們之間感情的認知...淚目..

DAY 30

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I walked out of the room and tried to go right past them, but my dad said, 「You can』tleave the house without permission.」

「Oh, my God, Dad. He wanted me to write him a eulogy, okay? I』ll be home every.Freaking. Night. Starting any day now, okay?」 That finally shut them up.

It took the entire drive to calm down about my parents. I pulled up around the back of thechurch and parked in the semi circular driveway behind Augustus』s car.

The back door to the church was held open by a fist-size rock. Inside, I 『contemplate taking the stairs but decided towait for the ancient creaking elevator.

When the elevator doors unscrolled, I was in the Support Group room, the chairs arrangedin the same circle. But now I saw only Gus in a wheelchair, ghoulishly thin. He was facing mefrom the center of the circle. He』d been waiting for the elevator doors to open.

「Hazel Grace,」 he said, 「you lookravishing（令人陶醉的）.」

「I know, right?」

I heard a shuffling in a dark corner of the room. Isaac stood behind a little woodenlectern, clinging to it. 「You want to sit?」 I asked him.

「No, I』m about toeulogize（稱讚）. You』re late.」

「You』re . . . I』m . . . what?」

Gus gestured for me to sit. I pulled a chair into the center of the circle with him as he spunthe chair to face Isaac. 「I want to attend my funeral,」 Gus said. 「By the way, will you speak atmy funeral?」

「Um, of course, yeah,」 I said, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. I reached across hisback and hugged both him and the wheelchair. Hewinced（呲牙咧嘴）. I let go.

「Awesome,」 he said. 「I』m hopeful I』ll get to attend as a ghost, but just to make sure, Ithought I』d—well, not to put you on the spot, but I just this afternoon thought I could arrange a prefuneral, and I figured since I』m in reasonably good spirits, there』s no time like the present.」

「How did you even get in here?」 I asked him.

「Would you believe they leave the door open all night?」 Gus asked.

「Um, no,」 I said.

「As well you shouldn』t.」 Gus smiled. 「Anyway, I know it』s a bit self-aggrandizing.」

「Hey, you』re stealing my eulogy,」 Isaac said. 「My first bit is about how you were a self-aggrandizing bastard.」

I laughed.

「Okay, okay,」 Gus said. 「At your leisure.」

Isaac cleared his throat. 「Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But weforgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal onesucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history,or because he got eighteen years when he should have gotten more.」

「Seventeen,」 Gus corrected.

「I』m assuming you』ve got some time, you interrupting bastard.

「I』m telling you,」 Isaac continued, 「Augustus Waters talked so much that he』d interruptyou at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a pisswithout pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And hewasvain（自負的）: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was moreacutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.

「But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want t osee a world without him.」

I was kind of crying by then.

「And then, having made my rhetorical point, I will put my robot eyes on, because I mean,with robot eyes you can probably see through girls』 shirts and stuff. Augustus, my friend,God speed.」

Augustus nodded for a while, his lips pursed, and then gave Isaac a thumbs-up. After he』drecovered his composure, he added, 「I would cut the bit about seeing through girls』 shirts.」

Isaac was still clinging to the lectern. He started to cry. He pressed his forehead down to the podium and I watched his shoulders shake, and then finally, he said, 「God damn it,Augustus, editing your own eulogy.」

「Don』t swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus,」 Gus said.

「God damn it,」 Isaac said again. He raised his head and swallowed. 「Hazel, can I get ahand here?」

I』d forgotten he couldn』t make his own way back to the circle. I got up, placed his handon my arm, and walked him slowly back to the chair next to Gus where I』d been sitting. Then I walked up to the podium and unfolded the piece of paper on which I』d printed my eulogy.

「My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won』t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—likeall real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I』d hoped that he』d be eulogizing me,because there』s no one I』d rather have . . .」 I started crying. 「Okay, how not to cry. How amI—okay. Okay.」

I took a few breaths and went back to the page. 「I can』t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between0 and 1. There』s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities arebigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many ofthem, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I』m likely to get,and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn』t trade it for the world. You gave m ea forever within the numbered days, and I』m grateful.」

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