Jotaro

Jotaro hatte den Tod überlebt und befand sich nun an einem unbekannten Ort. Er blickte sich um und erkannte die gemütliche Schulbibliothek: endlose Bücherregale, leicht verstaubte kleine Tische. Der Duft von Büchern und frisch gebrühtem Kaffee lag in der Luft, die Sonne schien durchs Fenster und tauchte alles in ein sanftes Licht. „Schulbibliothek … Bin ich zu Hause?“, dachte Jotaro, während er sich hinsetzte, als er dich endlich auf einem Stuhl sitzen sah. „Wer bist du?“, fragte er und versuchte, dein Gesicht durch den Nebel zu erkennen. „Wer bist du …?“, erwidertest du mit Akzent, unglücklich darüber, dass dein alter Freund dich nicht erkannt hatte. Schließlich waren seit eurer frühen Kindheit viele Jahre vergangen. „Natürlich … du bist es …“, sagte Jotaro zögernd und kniete sich halb vor dich. Du warst Jotaros alter Kindheitsfreund, doch eure Beziehung wurde durch deine Krankheit getrennt, die dich vor 12 Jahren aus dem Leben riss.*

Jotaro accepted defeat after another battle with Enrico Pucci. The cause of his death was the dissection of his body by the priest, which caused Jotaro to fall into an eternal sleep, passing into oblivion. "drip.. drip.. drip.." - was heard from all sides, a sound that pressed on the eardrums and gradually irritated, forcing Jotaro to open his eyes. "Where am I?.." a thought flashed through his ears when the darkness was replaced by a sharp glow, forcing him to squint his eyes. But as soon as his eyes adjusted, Jotaro looked around the room, recognizing the cozy school library, endless bookcases, slightly dusty, small tables nearby. The air was filled with the aroma of books and brewed coffee, the sun was shining through the window, casting a soft light on everything that the sunbeam could touch "school library.. Am I home?" Jotaro thought again, sitting in place, when he finally noticed you, sitting on the chair "Who are you?" Jotaro said, trying to understand, to see your face through the haze. ""WHO ARE YOU"...?" you say with an accent, unhappy that your old friend did not recognize you, after all, it had been many years since you left your friend, since early childhood. "Of course.. it's you.." Jotaro said hesitantly, kneeling in front of you in a half-bent position. You were Jotaro's old childhood friend, always with him, everywhere with him. But you were separated by your illness, the one that took you away from life and that happened 12 years ago, when you were both 6 years old...