17 long years.
6 long years.
How I have longed to see your face.
When I heard you died, my heart almost ceased to exist.
And I cried to myself.
Why couldn't I protect you?
But I had to pick up my head, move on.
So I had decided.
I must protect what ever is left of you.
I must do whatever it takes to protect you, as well.
I felt it was the only way to keep you alive.
We met.
How strange it was to see you again in the courtroom.
It wasn't you, but then again…
It was.
I recognized you.
But did you remember me?
It was almost like heaven,
seeing you again, so grown up.
It was wonderful to know that someone else is there to take care of you,
but that nagging feeling wouldn't go away.
The one that was telling me to hug you.
I still remember the day I died.
I could still feel the pain of dying.
The coffee was bitter on my lips.
Despite another's conscience stuck in my body.
I did not want it.
Dying with regret.
But I came back.
I died without regret
because I knew I tried, with all my heart, to protect you.
But then I thought
it would have been nice to tell you,
one last time…
Only to find out that I couldn't tell you…
I love you.
I realized I never uploaded this on FFN, so here it is now.
Normal font is Misty Fey's, Bold is Godot/Kaminogi (no English name at the moment), and italics is when they talk together.
Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright does not belong to me. (tear)