β do you ever feel like there's something missing β¦ like a piece of your heart is somewhere else? β
It takes him a moment to think of a response. He thinks about it all the time: he feels as though a part of him is missing and maybe it was. Maybe it had been left back in Egypt, the very day two of his closest comrades had their lives taken. Perhaps, it was the dya he learned what his stand was and the origins of how it came to be down the Joestar bloodline.
Maybe, just maybe, something had been missing for far longer than that. Jotaro couldn't quite put a nail to it, but deep down; he had his moments of feeling lost. Jotaro had been searching for a very, very long time. It wasn't something he spoke often about because if he ever brought it up to Polnareff then the Frenchman would have just...been all weird. And a complete doofus. Teals close for a long time, a sigh leaves the large man as he tugs on his hat.
"Every day." Jotaro murmurs, eyes opening to gaze upon the woman. There was no way he could ever begin to divulge what he felt, or let himself open up to the idea of being vulnerable. His heart - part of it, had long been gone the day his friends were taken, part of it had been taken by Jolyne the day she was born and she held on to that piece ever since. It was like his nonno had said one day, that he had a lot of heart to give.
A piece of him was missing every day.