daffodils 《phoenix wright x reader》

"I think... she must have noticed."

"...? Noticed what?"

"...My feelings for you."

CRACK!

..I knew it.

I fucking knew it.

I want to scream. I want to cry. I want her to stop. But as much as I want to do so, I couldn't do anything.

"If I had found out that she was planning to kill you... I would have done whatever was necessary to stop her."

THUNK!

The courtroom trial still goes on. Peculiar silence befalls upon the court. From the court session of Sister Iris, to the defense's accusation of Prosecutor Godot, then the "deceased" Dahlia Hawthorne's heartless scheme.

Prior events of the trial took a massive turn, but there was sense present in the arguments nonetheless.

Everything makes sense..
.
..
..
...apart from this.

"..Even if it meant her life.. or mine."

CRASH!

It took me a while to notice my hands already clenching into fists, fingernails digging into my palms and knuckles turning white.

I am bound by the elevated half walls of the jury box. I am only bound to watch, and speak of nothing in regards to the ongoing trial.

...But how long should I tolerate these bounds any further?

"I-Iris...!"

I couldn't see him. I don't have the heart to see him..

"After spending half a year by your side..."

I could already imagine his face towards her. Soft forgiving eyes gazing at the innocent woman whom he had shared a bond with years ago..

"..They changed."

.
..
...
"......I have something to say to you, too."

My eyes dilated in shock. I shifted my gaze to the crimson carpet under my feet, as I felt water threatening to form from my eyes.

"Y-Yes?"

"You really are the person I always thought you were."

Whispers surround me as Phoenix talked to his client. Are the whispers coming from my own figment of imagination, or from the people that I am around with? I don't know. I don't know anymore..

"Even after Dahlia Hawthorne was found guilty..."

Please...
Please..
I beg of you...

"...I still believed in you."

THUMP!

A sudden jolt of pain surged through my chest. I flinched, instantly bringing a hand to my chest.

Shit, it hurts..!

"H-hey, miss. Are you okay?" a gentle voice ringed somewhere nearby.

I tried my best to regain my composure fast, but I couldn't. I couldn't breathe.. My body is practically moving on its own-- my body is shuddering from the sudden pain, and.. something is rising out from my chest- !

"M-miss, miss!"

Whatever's inside of me brushes itself against the walls of my throat-

I stood up, a hand pressed against my mouth, and hurried myself from my seat to the exit of the jury box.