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whoosh *tumbleweed* whoosh is my brain and mashed peas!
Two fills for the same prompt one after the other I am made of win and mudkips! (except when it comes to my essay... then I am made of fail that is epic)
Also I need to say I own nothing... not even the mashed peas and tumbleweed which is my brain... and my essay isn't writing itself...X(
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As is stood it was the clean sheets on a Tuesday evening that first told him something might not be quite right.
Miles Edgeworth lived and died by routine and would wash his sheets every Saturday without fail, thus it made it so much easier to see that something unexpected had happened.
Phoenix had shrugged it off thinking perhaps the need for a change was Pesu fault. (Phoenix now felt sorry for the little dog that he had ever blamed it)
Hindsight was clearly 20/20. All the signs had been there from the beginning, he couldn't believe he never saw them from the start.
The numerous phone calls to unknown numbers.
The late nights and 'business' dinners. (Phoenix did worry about but he only brought the subject up once and afterward Miles accused him of having nothing better to do but to interfere in his career since he had none of his own now.)
Miles quick temper which seemed to only amplify recently.
The fact they hadn't made love in a month.
It was all so clear to him now...
When Miles opened the door to the apartment and saw Phoenix sitting doing nothing, he sighed dramatically and begun to lecture and the slothfulness of the other man.
When Phoenix stood up he had continued his rant and only stopped when he was silently handed a small clear bag. Inside sat a single gold earing and a used condom.
"I never thought presenting one piece of evidence would break my heart so much"
"What do you want me to say then?" Miles turned his back on the other man started to remove his coat. Phoenix snapped at his blatant disregard and lack of respect.
"Get out" He hissed "Get out of this house now!"
Now as Phoenix sat alone beside the shattered glass of the coffee table and the rest of the mess that was only minutes ago, their apartment he willed himself not to cry. He had to clean up and get an icepack for his face.
Trucy would be getting home soon and he didn't want her to see this.
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still so sleep deprived...
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Always
KarlaMarie
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R&R