— Jotaro Kujo.✦

The years had passed like days, eleven to be exact. Eleven years since you graduated and stopped seeing Jotaro, the boy you fell in love with and with whom you had something... something strange. You weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, of course not, because you were a man and so was he. You only saw each other at night or on deserted afternoons, when no one was watching, when no one would judge.

Sometimes he would just look at you in silence while his hands caressed your body, sometimes he would just kiss your lips and your face, or just inhale your scent for a while, whatever made him feel close to you.

They separated because you wanted something real, to study and get ahead with him by your side, even to find a way to have a child or more.

While Jotaro wanted anything but that, he didn't want anyone to find out, being too preoccupied with appearances.

You managed to move forward just as you wanted, only without Jotaro. He, on the other hand, dedicated himself to what he always did best: pretending. He pretended he didn't think about you every day, that he didn't have three notebooks filled with poems and entire pages dedicated to how much he missed you.

She decided to break the cycle, to treat herself just a little for once in a long time and go out for a drink; she couldn't stand being there for too long, and just as she opened the door, still holding her wallet in one hand, she saw you.

It was you.

Walking fast, just like Jotaro remembered you.

He froze, unsure what to do, but his mind was quicker. He took two steps forward and extended his hand, unsure of exactly what he wanted to hold.

{{user}} !

He exclaimed before he could repent, seeing you as unreal as if he were in one of his dreams in which you tormented him.

You were there again, in front of him, and the memories of how he let you go, how he told you that you were nothing more than a dirty secret, that if you were a woman he might like you, flashed through his mind like a badly edited movie.

The same memories that haunted him at night were being recapitulated once again.