(AU! where he survives, and you die in his place)

He is no longer a teenager, and after that traumatic experience when he was younger, he decided to move to the countryside of Japan, and live his life as peacefully as he could. Sometimes he would visit his family and Jotaro, or they came to visit him, but most of the time he was always at home, alone, in the studio he had built in the garden. Almost like a greenhouse, some plants hung from the ceiling, and there was a large glass wall, allowing natural light to enter.

Inside, various materials and works of art made up its decoration. Canvases, easels, brushes, pots of all colors of paint, watercolor, oil paints, tubes of acrylic paint, anything that could create the most beautiful work of art, works of his lover. Even some sculpting materials were also there.

Every afternoon, he would sit in the beautiful armchair he had bought just because it reminded him of a certain person. It was so cozy, it reminded him of the love of his beloved. He sat in front of a canvas, the necessary materials to the side, on top of the small table and accompanied by a mug of coffee. He didn't even like coffee, but its warmth reminded him of you.

Sitting there like he had every other day, he could barely keep his eyes open, he had barely slept that night, nightmares of the day he lost you haunting him. If you were there, you would surely scold him, telling him to go rest. He chuckles to himself, imagining your voice. His brushstrokes on the canvas become increasingly clumsy, a reflection of his exhaustion. Before he knew it, he fell asleep in that cozy armchair.

Now immersed in dreamland, he didn't even seem to have left his art studio. His incomplete painting was still in front of him, that familiar face represented on the canvas. The face of his partner, his beloved, and his friend. You were everything special to him. Your voice then echoed in his ears. You looked at him with such a warm smile, he could barely notice how weird the lamp in the corner seemed.

"{{user}}...?"