daffodils 《phoenix wright x reader》

daffodils

"..It's cruel, you know..?" I said. "The way fate toys us like this.."

Edgeworth didn't say anything, but somehow I knew that he's listening.

"I've been by his side since we're teenagers. We did everything together-- homework, pranks, problems-- everything."

At this point, I don't care anymore. I don't want to care anymore.

"I confessed to him before, but he didn't get it. It hurts when told me that he didn't understand me.. But nonetheless, I'm still there beside him."

There's no point in holding back anymore. As soon as I felt tears brimming at the corners of my eyes, I didn't bother stopping them from falling.

"T-then in college, we're still together. We have the same class and the same department. I was planning on confessing again some time soon at that school year, but.."

"..Then Dahlia came into the picture?" Edgeworth asked.

"Yeah... I was so angry back then." I began sniffling. "I-I don't understand! How did Dahlia have Phoenix wrapped around her finger like that? How is it easy for her to make him enamoured that instantly?!"

I kept going. "I've spent three-fourths of my life dedicating myself to him. Always at his beck and call. I took my time getting to know him day by day whilst we grew up. And she just... she just....."

Anger started to bubble inside me. "S-she can't just do that! Nobody should be able to sweep someone off their feet that fast!" And from that point on, I started bawling. "It isn't FAIR!"

My voice boomed in the comfort room and probably in the hallway as well. I buried my face into my hands as I wept furiously.

I didn't see how Edgeworth looked like when I was going on about my love life crisis, thanks to the tears that are blurring my vision.

"I should've known.." I cried out. "I should've known that I didn't stand a chance with him in the first place..."

Ah, remorse. It had to kick me down when I'm at my very lowest. "Now that I think about it," I mumbled. "...I've just wasted my time."

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew. I knew that he didn't see me the way I see him. I denied it at first. He means so much to me that I've locked the truth deep inside me and carried on as if nothing happened.

Thinking that there's a chance for me to be with him is what spurs me to go on. But all this time... there was never a chance to begin with.

Moments later, what happened next is the very least I'm expecting for the situation to unfold.

A pair of arms gently snaked around my shoulders, and a hand was placed at the back of my head before gently pressing my cheek against his shoulder.

"E-Edgeworth..?" I called out.

"..You didn't waste your own time, (Y/N)." He murmured. "He did."

His grip around me tightened bit by bit. "He did not see how much of a gemstone you are just beside him. And Wright is a complete idiot for missing it."

"Edgeworth..." I am shocked. Utterly shocked. I'm expecting that he would make snide remarks about my personal crisis or offer a psychiatrist or something.

"It may not be easy to recover from such emotion. But with the help of the ones who are close to you, I assure you that you'll be alri- W-wait, that came out wrong." Edgeworth stuttered.

Edgeworth starts to mumble incoherent things, I think I even heard him swearing something under his breath in French.

He's trying real hard, I can tell.

"I-I'm not good with words, that I'm sure. But what I'm trying to tell you is th-that," Edgeworth took a deep breath before continuing. "I know you're capable enough to go through with this. You might think you're not, but in my eyes you are."

Oh god...

"You may have loved someone with all your heart, but you have forgotten the utmost person whom you must value first, and that person is yourself."

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"And if you ever need any sort of assistance or someone to vent out to..."

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"..I'm here for you."

...Huh. It's been a while since I heard those words. And upon hearing them tumble out from Edgeworth's lips, I felt... eased.

Out of instinct, I extended my arms towards him, locking them around the prosecutor's torso before to return the embrace. Next thing I knew is that I had my head buried at the crook of his neck,  tearing up once again.

This time, anguish isn't the reason why I'm weeping once more. Rather, it was... joy. That someone out there is actually looking out for me.

Like Edgeworth has said, recovering won't be easy. I know that much. I may be broken as of the moment, but with people like him around me... I guess, it's worth a try.

No words could describe how thankful I am that Edgeworth is here with me. And if he isn't, who knows what stupid shit I could've done this very day.

But first things first, I must learn to accept and love myself before anything else. It will take time, but that time will come.

And who knows, maybe... just maybe, I could fall in love again.