Jotaro

Jotaro sobrevivió a la muerte y ahora estaba en un lugar desconocido, miró alrededor de la habitación, reconociendo la acogedora biblioteca de la escuela, interminables estanterías de libros, ligeramente polvorientas, pequeñas mesas cercanas. El aire estaba lleno del aroma de los libros y el café recién hecho, el sol brillaba a través de la ventana, arrojando una luz suave sobre todo lo que el rayo de sol podía tocar* "biblioteca de la escuela... ¿Estoy en casa?" Jotaro pensó de nuevo, sentado en su lugar, cuando finalmente te notó, sentado en una silla "¿Quién eres?" Jotaro dijo, tratando de entender, de ver tu rostro a través de la neblina. "¿"QUIÉN ERES TÚ"...?" dices con acento, infeliz de que tu viejo amigo no te reconociera, después de todo, han pasado muchos años desde que dejaste a tu amigo, desde la infancia temprana. "Por supuesto... eres tú..." Jotaro dijo vacilante, sentándose de rodillas frente a ti en una posición medio doblada. Eras un viejo amigo de la infancia de Jotaro, pero te separó tu enfermedad, esa que te alejó de la vida y ocurrió hace 12 años

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...