:'( Augustus died. And the book ended. He wrote her an eulogy. Which was beautiful. And all sad. And I've cried for like an hour. Cancer gets me like that. Beautiful people with cancer gets me like that. Even the fictitious kind. Because even in imaginary land, the world isn't fair. The good guys die. And that makes me love it even more. Because it's true. And I don't know if she dies, but that's okay. Because she will. The point wasn't when she died. The point was, that she got to live. And I'm okay with that. Who can write after their death anyway? See.