〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 60: The End of Suffering.

Morioh, Japan. July 1st, 1999.

It must have been nearly one in the morning and (Y/N) was knocking on Jotaro's bedroom door, hoping to find him there. After a moment of silence, the door opened. But not on the Japanese, no. On Mary, her disheveled hair, her wet cheeks and her puffy eyes. (Y/N) didn't hesitate for a second to take her in her arms. And the little redhead was crying harder. Too bad for Jotaro, he would have to wait.

"... come on Mary, sit on the bed, I'll make you some tea at the reception.

- No, no... stay with me... I... I need to talk to someone..."

(Y/N) sighed. And after a short moment of silence to examine her friend, she finally settled down beside her on the bed. Mary hid in her embrace like a frightened child. Like her daughter a few minutes earlier. She sniffled, her throat tight, before muttering in a strangled voice.

"... I knew this day would come. Especially after everything you told me... it was almost obvious..."

The Italian didn't answer. She simply ran a hand through her red hair in an attempt to bring her some comfort. Mary continued.

"... when I saw how happy Jean-Pierre and Muhammad were, I...I realized that...that I had never been that happy with him... ever."

Her voice was cut off by a sob. (Y/N) rubbed her back, her heart tight with guilt. But deep down, she knew she had nothing to do with it. She had nothing to do with it if Jotaro had hidden the whole truth from his wife. She had nothing to do with it if Jotaro was a bad husband, and a bad father. She had nothing to do with it.

"... the truth is, he never really loved me. I realize that now... he wouldn't have done this now otherwise... he wouldn't have ruined the party.

- Oh believe me, he would have done it in any case... he's not the type to mince his words or pay attention to what he says."

Mary pulled back slightly to lay her big blue eyes on (Y/N) who was trying hard not to show any sign of doubt or weakness.

"... more than seven years together, and yet you are the one who knows him best... not me.

- ... I'm sorry.

- Don't apologize, please... it was never your fault, (Y/N)... but when I see the look he gives you, I... everything is so clear..."

(Y/N) gulped. That wasn't the right thing to tell her. Because in all these years, Jotaro had never been there for her either. She was no more different than any other.

"Mary, I-

- It's you... it's always been you."

(Y/N) shook her head sharply. But Mary put her hands on her shoulders to force her to look at her.

"Listen to me...you don't have to blame yourself. You understand?

- ... Mary, I don't want...I don't want to take advantage of the situation.

- Oh don't worry, that's not what I'm asking, and he's going to pay for what happened tonight, but... answer me honestly. Do you still love him?"

(Y/N) looked down at her hands and frowned to seriously consider the question. But there was really nothing to think about.

"... I'm really mad at him for ruining my friends' wedding," she replied. "I blame him for not being there for me ten years ago. I blame him for being the worst husband and the worst father with Jolyne and you. I blame him for running away like a coward whenever his emotions are involved. I blame him for making you cry, really."