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He wakes up to the sound of his wifes voice.
“Jotaro dear come down, breakfast is ready”.
He doesn’t question and jolts out of bed onto his way to kitchen.
“BOO!” he gets startled by a noise coming from below.
“Did I getcha daddy?”.
He couldn’t help but smile as looks down to see his little daughter with a cheeky look.
“Sure did.” He replies, he’s never been a man of many words.
“Lets head downstairs now”
Jotaro, for the past few years made sure to cherish the little time he has with his family as most of the time he’s away for his job.
He sees his beautiful wife in the kitchen, making some omelette on the frying pan and meanwhile waiting for many pastries in the oven to bake .It’s a weekend, meaning she didn’t have work that day and didn’t have to rush.
“Heyy!Why didn’t ya make pancakes like ya promised!” shouts Jolyne, right after taking a seat.
“Oh but I made something way better sweetie, just wait and see” her mom says as she takes the tray from the oven, revealing the delicious muffins.
Jolyne’s eyes light up “Yaaay! I take back what I said thank you mommy!”
They finally sit and enjoy a nice breakfast together which was an occasion that was getting more uncommon lately.
After the breakfast Jotaro helps his wife with the dishes.
Later they go to the living room, just in time for their favourite soap opera to start.
Then Jolyne comes and squeezes on the couch between them with a marine life encyclopedia she had bought from a book fair at her elementary school.
She starts excitedly explaining all that she had learned from it.
Jotaro feels prideful about having such a bright daughter even at her little age.
The hot summer weather had taken a toll on him after a few hours with the window open and he decides that taking a bath would be ideal.
So he excuses himself from the living room and heads upstairs.
He opens the cold-water faucet a little more intense then usual since it was hot enough already.
As the tub fills halfway he plops in the water and feels refreshed.
He closes his eyes to rest a little, burying his face in the water a bit.
Not much later, he feels a slight stinging sensation on his right eye.
As soon as he openes his eyes he sees blotches of red seeping into his bathwater, its blood.
He then hears screaming voices…
“Face me, Father Pucci!”
“Miss Jolyne! Wait!”
Oh…right, he was dying.
He was dying and so was his beloved daughter and it was his fault.
Jotaro tries to stand up yet his body refuses to move. He curses to himself as his vision further blurrs.
He senses the corpses floating around him.
There was nothing he could do as his conciousness continued to fade.
He doesnt want to die miserable; so he tries thinking of those memories of his family, the memories of a long gone past.