Caesar clenched his fists as the rain began to pelt down harder, the sound of the rain slapping against the erected stone in front of the blond Italian near deafening.
"Damn American." Caesar muttered with a scowl. Caesar was afraid that Joseph would die but he didn't think of what he would do after. Caesar was lost, unknowing if his life was truly heading anywhere now. The Pillar Men were defeated, Joseph died, and now, here he stood over the damned Joestar's grave, mourning over someone he shouldn't. Caesar constantly wished it had been the other way around. I felt wrong for Joseph to be dead, like it was the wrong person in the ground. Caesar really wanted to trade places but no amount of flirting, begging or fighting would allow him to bring Joseph back. Caesar returned his sad gaze to the smooth tombstone with the wrong name engraved on its face.
"Stupid JoJo. You weren't supposed to actually die." Caesar whimpered out the second sentence, trying to smile through tears. Putting his hand to his mouth to mute the sobs, Caesar knelt down, folding his legs so his thighs rested on his calves. Sobs wracked the Italian's body, his shoulders shaking noticeably under his tan coat. For a split second, Caesar felt Joseph's masculine hand and heard his cheery voice behind him, telling him that it was fine and death was bound to strike one of them. Caesar nodded, agreeing with the spectre.
"But death took the wrong one, JoJo."