His face looked as if it had rotted when it should have matured

It's possible that I've matured as a writer, and I hope I've matured emotionally, but I always find myself revisiting these adolescent scenes.

She looked like a monk. You couldn't see her face.

Honey, I was 17 when I met him. But I was the last one to see him before he died because we stayed friends, and that was tough.

I looked Death right in the face.

We walked to the brink and we looked it in the face.