"Mr. Vanhoutten, I'm a good person but a shitty writer. Your a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team. I don't want to ask you many favors but if you have the time - and from what I saw you have plenty - I was hoping you could fix this for me. It's a eulogy for hazel. She asked me to write one and I'm trying. I could just use a little flare. Everybody wants to be remembered in this world but not hazel. Hazel knew the truth. She didn't want a million admirers she just wanted one and she got it and isn't that more than what most of us get? When hazel was sick I knew I was dying but I didn't want to say so. she was in the ICU and I snuck into see her until I got caught. her eyes were closed and her skin was pale but her hands were still her hands. Still warm and her nails painted this dark bluish Black color and I just held them and willed myself to imagine a world without us and what a worthless world that would be. She's so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she's smarter than you because you already know she is. I love her. God I love her and I'm so lucky to love her. We don't get to choose if we get hurt in this world but we do have a say in who hurts us. I'm happy with my choices and I hope she is too. Okay hazel grace?"