'Dear Izaya'
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Durarara! or the Characters!
' Dear Izaya,
It's been six months, seventeen days, eight hours and thirty-two minutes since you took that last breath laying beside me. If you were alive right now, you'd probably be making some snide remark about how you can't believe I can count past ten. You always did stuff like that.
I don't even know why I'm doing this, it's kind of useless cause you can't read it. . Cause you're six feet under. Did you know that there was over a hundred people at your funeral? I didn't ; well, not until Celty told me there was. I remember you always used to ramble on about how 'your humans' should love you back. Well, I guess they did.
After you died, I started therapy. They were nice people. . . Until they kicked me out for throwing a chair out an eighth story window. Insert snide comment here, right? I don't know why, but I miss you and your teasing- All that asshole act; I miss it.
Anyways, I'm writing this because . . Actually, I don't know why. Maybe it's just a way to make me feel like I'm talking to you, or something like that. The guy who was helping me in therapy told me about it, and it seemed to be a good idea. I don't know. I'm lost, Izaya. I used to think that everything would be better if you died, but then we started dating out of play- and then I grew this sappy-ass feeling for you. You defined it as 'love'.
When you died, I shed the first tears I've shed in Years. It was like I had a leak, and I couldn't stop. I thought I would drown. But, then I wished I would, just so I could be with you. In other words, I was a pathetic wreck. Is that what love can reduce you to? A weeping man sitting in a puddle of his own tears. . His heart being ripped from his chest and thrown into a casket with the body of the one who claimed it , branded it with his name. Is that what it's like? Love hurts.
` Shizuo.
P.s . I love you. '
*Writer*
Gomen! Yes, yes. I know it's short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer . Review if you think I shall continue~ Oh and critique it if you will. I wish to improve that which I am not the best at! This is my first piece I have published confidently, and I plan on more!