daffodils 《phoenix wright x reader》

daffodils

I couldn't suppress it anymore..

Shifting my head left and right to find the nearest restroom my eyes could land themselves at. And as soon as I found the ladies' room, I didn't hesitate to run into the room.

I barged through the restroom door and darted to a vacant stall. I didn't bother shutting the door close as I could finally spew out whatever the hell's threatening to come out of me.

And there I was, belching my insides out. My eyes were shut tight from the pain, despite already throwing up.

'I still believed in you.'

Stop.. Stop!!

That damned thing kept repeating itself in my head like some broken record! And I hate it. I fucking hate it.

It doesn't take a genius to know how much the defendant affected Phoenix. I didn't bother looking at him- I already knew.

I've known the man since we're high school, and I've been by his side through thick and thin. And yes, I am head over heels for Phoenix Wright since then.

I thought that my infatuation towards him would stop eventually when I was young, but boy am I damn wrong. Come to think of it, I don't remember why I fell for him in the first place. Is it because of his eyes? His unique signature hair? Or maybe his passion?

I'd be lying if I like- no, love him just because of his kind and understanding nature. It's more than that. Yes, love. Big word, I know. But I guess that's just the way it is.

Oh? Have I told him how I felt? Yes, I did... On second thought, I think the word 'tried' is much more fitting. I confessed to him under a willow tree back at my high school campus. But unfortunately, the oaf didn't get the message. I was pretty upset about it for a while back then, but here I am, still beside him, and still loving him.

And for some reason we ended up being in the same school, in the same department, and in the same class in college. Funny how fate toys with us, especially me. I was utterly shocked when he told me that he was dating Dahlia back then. Felt like a stake driving right to my heart.

I tried eluding him for months, for my sake. But no matter what my mind is telling me, my ever stubborn heart wouldn't cooperate, especially when his own girlfriend tried to frame him for murder months after.

The despair on his well-being is something I would never forget. Guilt ate me whole for avoiding him back then. It's evident that Dahlia occupies a large space in Phoenix's heart, and I would never forgive her for hurting him immensely.

But now... I don't know anymore. Turns out that the 'Dahlia' Phoenix and I knew was a twin sister of the demon I despised, the angel amongst the two.

Reading Phoenix's thoughts or reactions about certain things is quite a cinch by now. His demeanor towards Iris should be enough to tell this-- sympathy kindling in his eyes, ivory teeth biting his bottom lip, and hands clenching into fists on the wooden surface.

He still loves her.

Minutes have passed until my vomiting ceased. It left my throat scorching.

Coughing up a few times, I made sure that everything that came out of my mouth did leave my body. My legs felt numb all of a sudden, and good thing my reflexes are fast enough to save me from crashing.

I had my face buried against my elbow as I leaned the same arm onto the plastic wall of the cubicle, supporting myself from my unanticipated drain of energy.

The feeling left me a bit dazed. It took me a while to regain enough consciousness to process the things around me. As I drew my face away from my elbow and kept my chin up, my stomach churned as soon as my eyes caught a glimpse of the contents in the toilet before me.