The Last Thoughts of Augustus Waters (TFIOS)

There was a point

when i knew that i

was going to die.

And at that moment

i couldn’t help but

think of Hazel

and infinities

and breathing

and death.

I recalled the day

when hazel was sat

next to me and we

talked about

infinities. How

between one and

two there are many,

and even more

between zero and

two. Now, i can’t

help but think:

breathing is our

largest infinity. Like

the numbers between

one and two,

breathing never

ends. But like the

person who

eventually stops

counting the number

between one and

two, my lungs get

tired. And

eventually, they too,

must

stop.

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