Well it's too bad, you're married to me.

You have weak wrists, but I'll keep you.

Love and hatred were fickle beings one unable to live without the other as they both lived in a balance equal to yin and Yang. Though too much of one is evil as it causes rot putrid emotions and the wisping of petals. Both were beings who quarreled like a married couple yet shared a night of passion on a daily for centuries. Though as much as hatred is despised an equal balance will always be considered ideal.

Jotaro often felt as if he too would soon be sinking into you as you had become a drug he had become addicted to. He couldn't fathom a life without you. Caught between what spoon to choose for his soup he ended up using a fork leaving his soup pristine and lapped. He felt as if he was walking into a coffee shop undecided between black coffee and a very sweet tea, it was a decision that left him torn and stressed. More than often he ended up leaving with a glass of water, flavorless and bland.

Though he felt himself plunging into the deep waters of the ocean while staring at the sky above him as it became darker and more opaque to his blue eyes. He felt as if he was floating above water able to see the surges formed by the twitch of his fingers, he was simply unmovable.

Yet you managed to disrupt that, being the tsunami to his shallow waters and the current that pulls him deeper into the dark depths of the ocean. Jotaro often couldn't decipher his hatred for such things, or was it enjoyment? Only time could tell though as he floated in those waters blood pooling around him it was certainly a pity. Maybe he could've been a better person had he not been so harsh and tentative. Although his life was considered eventful and a life of fable he only ever wanted normalcy and consensus.

He envied you for that same reason. How could you live your life so calmly without anxieties about the future or trepidation of everything piling on top of you? You could easily cross the street without fear of something coming to annihilate you and your bloodline. Alas, you were opposites.

Jotaro hated you, he hated your long shady eyes as you often sobbed about his dearth and clenched your fists in repulsion.

To him, something was coddling about figuring out you cared about him so much that he could make you burst into tears. It was a feeling, very horrid yet very sensual at the same time. You were so captivating to him when you looked at him with those wispy lashes and red eyes that spoke levels of suffering and melancholy. It hurt.

No amount of 'I'm sorry's or expensive gifts could fix the irremediable damage he had caused you. You had always been his fresh breath of air while he had been the cigarette smoke that killed your lungs causing them to bubble and blacken. It hurt him to an extent knowing you loved him enough to care about his presence. Yet you had eventually reached your limit and your wrath began to fester and bloom.

It was a cycle of leaden monotony, he'd leave for weeks which eventually led to months leaving you to fear the idea of him never returning. A dread that turned you callous and bitter as you began to resent the ebony-haired male and his actions. Your fear of getting hurt emotionally and being beyond convalescence made you distant.

Expecting you to be deferent of his return due to your deprivation of his presence he often brought gifts and small souvenirs. Often little plushies or trinkets rested on a shelf that eventually became overcrowded with letters and postcards from the regions he had visited. You felt as if you were a woman reading letters from her lover in war. Though the only war that was being fought here was the love you both shared.

There was never anything remotely wrong or concerned about the male. He was very tender and devoted when he wanted to be despite being rough around the edges. Jotaro made his love for you very evident, perhaps not with words but with actions. Whether it was small knuckle kisses or simply resting his head in the crook of your neck. Or perhaps he'd explore the deepest and hidden regions of your body almost like inquiring into the depths of the ocean with sheer adoration and care. You
remembered how he held you tight while you were sad, and stood proudly at your side when you were insecure. You remembered his voice, how often he said he loved you, how little you ever argued. Though you felt more and more deprived, a cycle that would only occur so often you forgot what it felt like to be endeared by his return.