Hey guys! This series requires AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION. This is a story about letters of all kinds, from love letters to thank you notes to birthday cards. I want you guys to give me names of people to send letters between, and I'll do my best. I choose genres, though, so don't expect me to take your request for Edgey's letter to Jean Armstrong and make it some sappy love letter XP

Well, I chose the first one, because I felt like it. Here's Phoenix-Trucy :)

And guess what I'm going to say?

ENJOY! :D

*still don't own Capcom or Apollo Justice 2 would be out by now and we would understand Kristoph's black psyche locks and Polly's dad by now XP

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Trucy,

Looking at my vest, that little spot where my attorney's badge used to go seemed so… Empty, you know? That's why I stopped wearing my suit. I didn't want to remember what I could have been. Everything changed for me. I forced an innocent guy into hiding, and he knows that his precious little girl is now in the hands of some moron who used forged evidence against him. He probably hates me now. I'd hate myself too. So now, I've got some little girl following me around everywhere. But what do I know about being a dad? Babysitting Pearly doesn't quite count as fatherly experience. And I lost everyone I knew. I actually admitted to forging evidence—I didn't want my friends to try too hard to get my badge back. The past is in the past, right? But of course, nobody actually believed me, and they thought I was in denial of what had happened. Maybe I was. But Maya and Edgeworth got so mad, they wouldn't even look at me. Not like I was around them a whole lot, anyways, but it still hurt to be walking through the grocery store and see a hint of magenta disappear behind a rack of canned tomatoes. Life wasn't fair, really.

So how did I make it through? I didn't, really. I drank a lot—it took me a few months before I switched out the wine for grape juice. I looked everywhere for a job, but nobody really wanted a guy who was famous for cheating working for them. I lost a lot of weight, not really caring to eat anything that wasn't alcoholic. But I realized something after a while—sure, I had lost everything, but I'd gained something special as well. No matter how much I tried to push the world away, a little girl pushed it right back in my face, and showed me how much good was still in it. And she called me 'daddy'. You weren't just a light in the darkest time in my life—you were more like an open flame, that gave me light, warmth, cooked food, everything I really needed. Every time I wanted to cry, you smiled so brightly and genuinely that I found myself able to smile with you. Your job as a magician saved me from becoming homeless during my time job-hunting. Instead of searching for excuses, I remembered my passion for the truth, and you were right there beside me to listen. When I found a job, you came with me to listen to my piano playing, and convinced me to entertain the guests with a card game instead (I wouldn't have kept my job for very long if you hadn't recommended that). You stayed by my side at all times, and helped me be proud of something I'd once been ashamed of. And it's all because of my little girl.

Of course, Apollo helped too. With his help, I got my old job back and regained my former glory. Well, I guess magic does run in the Gramarye family—and that's what I got. Now, I'm sitting in one of the most well-known law offices in California, with two lawyers and a beautiful magician, cheery as ever, working for me. I don't need you to be proud of my achievements anymore, or to help me smile when things turn out well. But somehow, you can make the best of times better, too. Yes, I'm a different man than I was —and that's all because of the efforts of my little girl. Thanks, Trucy, for making me into everything I've become. Thank you.

~Your Daddy