Method of Writing: WriteorDie by Dr. Wicked Writing Lab
"All I have left is this photo. He's frowning as usual and looking away from the camera. But you can tell he's trying to humor me during my 'photography' phase. Not a lot of people liked Nate for some reason, it seems I used to be his only friend in high school. I remember seeing him in middle school being babied and fawned over by girls in our class, which he hated with passion. Looking delicate and weak was not on his book, no matter how sick he got over the years. His immune system kept getting deteriorating and normal diseases like the flu kept becoming deadlier for him. But it was as if he couldn't see how small he really was, always striving to be strong willed and able. I didn't like it how he kept pushing himself but I couldn't stop him from doing what he wants. That's probably why his parents spoiled him so much, why they let him do as he pleased. And when I managed to accept it myself, it was too late.
I wasn't as strong as him and I still wish I was. He wasn't afraid, even during his last moments when all he did was smile after I pressed my lips against his. His estranged parents kept most of his things, never wanting to throw them away but I had my own treasure to keep. A special photo that I have framed on my bed side table. Despite his frown, his freckled cheeks are flushed red after I confessed to him that I will love him no matter how sick he gets. And I meant it."
People accused Shizuo of being immortal, of monster like strength that would allow him to live by Celty's side. But as the dullahan watched Shizuo bleed out in front of her, she knew they were wrong. And she knew she was too late.
((Now you're just evil! I thought we were friends! *goes to live in corner of misery and despair forever* ))