TO BE LOVED ↳ vento aureo [ HIATUS ]

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❝ you don't know how long i could stare into your picture
and wish that it was me ❞

not allowed, tv girl

Honestly, when you killed yourself, you weren't expecting to be reincarnated into some fantasy universe -- especially JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

I mean, of all things?

Sure, you adored the series. The plot was wonderful, the characters were great, and overall, it might've been the thing that kept you going. Your personal favorite was Part 5, Vento Aureo. You were so excited when you had first started it, eager to meet your new favorite characters. 

And then, excitement slowly faded into grief. You were completely anguished when your new favorite characters died: the new favorites you had just grown accustomed to. 

Nonetheless, you were still excited for the part, even if it was that heartbreaking. Every time you rewatched it, you went through those same emotions, yet every time you restarted it, you were still as eager as the time before.

You just weren't as excited about the plot when you got transported into it yourself.

"Isekai" stories, were they called? Oh, you read so many of those. So many. Your computer lagged from the amount of Wattpad, AO3, and Tumblr tabs you had open; but, hey, who cared? It's entertainment at its finest. All of these fanfictions depicted you as such a badass character, with the most overpowered stand; and the ability to charm, too.

You wished you were like the reader in those. They were so confident, able to speak their minds and stand up for theirselves. Oh, how you could only wish. It was a shame, because the only thing you've ever lacked is some love for yourself.

When you got transported into your loops, you were lucky to even see Bucciarati from across Libeccio. Lucky enough to make brief eye contact with Giorno while he walked around Naples, and even lucky enough to see Mista's gun being brandished.

However, never in your reincarnation, did you develop a stand. It was rough, not being able to defend yourself even physically, as if you could even handle the mental strain as is; but the worst part was the fact that you had to watch your favorite characters go through so much grief, without being able to help. You felt useless. How could you just stand off to the side and watch your favorites die? It was awful.