Like a ghost, Jotaro always visited you, but he never stayed. He haunted you.

Wrapped around in his arms in your room lit low, he breathed in your scent. Your misty eyes gazed over his features as you try and deceive yourself.

"Let's stay like this." He whispered, knowing his words held no meaning to them.

You knew your love was unrequited—yet, you still held on to that ounce of sin he gave you.

Only until dawn, you think to yourself. But do you really mean it?