It doesn't hurt anymore.
At the tender age of 17, maybe it hurt.
It did. He couldn't lie to himself that it didn't hurt at some point.
Jotaro didn't know what to think anymore. He recalls a time when he was younger. It definitely hurt then.
Kakyoin.
Avdol.
Iggy.
Maybe that's what was bothering him now. Oh, but no. It didn't really bother him, could it? Apparently he felt nothing. No sudden grief overtaking him when he thought of his dead friends. Nothing.
Maybe he finally became what he was trying to present himself as when he was a teenager still. Young, tough, distant. No tender feelings towards anybody. No smiles, no frowns. What did he think he was. He should have appreciated everything when he had the chance. He shouldn't have pushed everything away, every moment of appreciation shoved to the back of his mind. Miserable, thats what he was then.
Thats what he is now.
That's what he always will be.
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not sure what this is but it was written at the anger directed towards me over not being able to cry over kakyoins death for the first time
yes ok i know it sucks and its been a while leave me alone
edit: i FORGOT TO TITLE THIS
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JJBA drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles that I write after reading too much into jjba characters Please comment any suggestions !! (I update tags as I add chapters.)
