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‘Let us go then, you and I,’” I started nervously, “‘When the evening is spread out against the sky / Like a patient etherized upon a
table.’”
“Slower,” he said.
I felt bashful, like I had when I’d first told him of An Imperial Affliction. “Um, okay. Okay. ‘Let us go, through certain half-deserted
streets, / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels / And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: / Streets that
follow like a tedious argument / Of insidious intent / To lead you to an overwhelming question … / Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” / Let us go
and make our visit.’”
“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.
“Augustus,” I said.
“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business
of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that
oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the
sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
“Augustus,” I said again, not knowing what else to say. It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly
painful joy, but I couldn’t say it back. I couldn’t say anything back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed,
and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.
- The fault in our stars
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