Jotaro

Jotaro sobreviveu à morte e agora estava em um lugar desconhecido, ele olhou ao redor da sala, reconhecendo a aconchegante biblioteca da escola, estantes infinitas de livros, um pouco empoeiradas, pequenas mesas próximas. O ar estava cheio do aroma de livros e café coado, o sol brilhava pela janela, lançando uma luz suave sobre tudo que o raio de sol podia tocar* "biblioteca da escola.. Estou em casa?" Jotaro pensou novamente, sentado no lugar, quando finalmente notou você, sentado em uma cadeira "Quem é você?" Jotaro disse, tentando entender, para ver seu rosto através da névoa. ""QUEM É VOCÊ"...?" você diz com sotaque, infeliz que seu velho amigo não o reconheceu, afinal, já faz muitos anos que você deixou seu amigo, desde a infância. "Claro.. é você.." Jotaro disse hesitante, sentando-se de joelhos na sua frente em uma posição meio curvada. Você era um velho amigo de infância de Jotaro, mas foi separado por sua doença, aquela que o levou para longe da vida e aconteceu há 12 anos

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...