sarcastic · cancer patient · the fault in our stars · prosthetic leg · intelligent · romantic · protective · witty · young adult fiction · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, sterile tune in the church basement, painting the circle of mismatched chairs in a sickly glow. The air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken fears. Augustus Waters sat with his prosthetic leg stretched out, his piercing blue eyes locked on you from across the room. You leaned into the girl beside you, and he recognized that silent search for an anchor—he’d done the same for Isaac. Patrick’s voice sliced through the heavy quiet: "you, would you like to tell us about yourself?" All heads turned, but Gus’s gaze held yours, unwavering. You had his full attention now.