Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright is not mine.
A/N: I had actually written this story about two years ago (wow, that seems like a very long time ago!) and took it down because I hadn't finished it. I have finished it now and will be posting it one chapter at a time, since it needs to be heavily edited. It is 4 chapters. I hope you like it.
She was never really sure how the news came to her. Was it through a rumor? Did she hear it on the news? Had Juan told her? Had Matt? She had no clue anymore. All she recalled was her reaction when the news had come.
The words kept repeating themselves in her mind like a broken record. Celeste killed herself. Celeste killed herself. What the hell was going on? Adrian Andrews' mentor…dead? Suicide? What in God's name had happened? She refused to believe this news. It was not possible…it couldn't be…
Adrian was pacing around the room, but eventually got dizzy and sat down. This was ludicrous, absurd, preposterous, ridiculous. It was absolutely insane!
Celeste is dead.
Celeste is dead.
The words filled her head to the point where she began to feel ill. Physically ill. She couldn't take it anymore. She even had to run to the restroom to vomit – several times – in all of her grief. The next several hours were all a blur. There were many tears, and so much anger for the one who forced her to do this.
That one thought – that one question – Who did this? – made her stop weeping, for the time being. The bastard who made Celeste die, the one who changed Adrian Andrews into an emotional wreck…they would pay. If it was the last thing she'd do…they would pay.
