*good day everyone and welcome! This is my second Phoenix Wright story, and the inspiration came from playing the Apollo Justice game...case two. But this has nothing to do with Apollo, Trucy, or the Gorgeous Klavier. This is about Ema Skye, and looking back (yet again...all my stories are like this) at the fact that Phoenix is no longer an attorney. A story of regret about Phoenix, and the job she never got.*
White Powder Memories
The odd kid in red, the one with the spikey hair blurred in my vision. I didn't really see him. Had he said the name Mr. Wright? That couldn't be right...or Wright...which ever. The man who saved my sister, the man from my past...how old would he be now? 32, 33? It didn't really matter. He was still the same man, or was he.
"Hello? Hello?"
But I wasn't listening to the voice. I could see Phoenix Wright as he was...seven years ago. Tall, proud, always in that dorky blue suit, and always, always bluffing his way through court. But he would win, and everything would turn out right. And I knew that for sure. I had read case files after that incident...file after file about the man who had apparently bluffed for the last time...and this time not with words, with evidence. And what had those files shown, that, just like I said, it all turned out right. Maya Fey had been saved from Shelly de Killer. Ron and "Dessie" Delight had lived on happily ever after. Larry Butz always moved on. But when it mattered most of all, when instead of defending other's well beings, his was on the line, he couldn't do it. It had ended to suddenly.
So this little boy, odd kid in red, the one with the spikey hair, knew the man that had made everything right. Could I possibly see him again?
I realized I had been speaking with the kid and soon enough he was gone...I just don't know why.
Later, the same boy: Apollo Justice: had returned, and handed me something I almost didn't recognize- fingerprinting powder. I helped Apollo, and Wright's daughter, and then went home. I sat down with my Lean Cuisine dinner and milk, and placed the powder infront of me. Tears dribbled down my face and landed on my lab coat. "Oh Phoenix, I wish you were who I know you truly are...I wish I could see you as should be."
And it was in that moment that I decided that I would never see him again. It was hard enough already, I didn't need to see a broken man, a changed defeated man.
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And miles away from the crying Ema Skye, Phoenix Wright sat on the edge of his hospital bed, sniffing as he thought of the small highschool girl, who he was capable of helping. Of Ron Delight and Larry Butz, Maya Fey and Will Powers. He thought of the victims...Maya's mother, Glen Elg, Mia Fey, all the people that had to die. And he thought of the people who had helped him along the way- Mia, Maya, Pearly, Trucy, and now Apollo Justice...and especially Ema Skye, who would hopefully help Apollo in return.
"Thank you Ema Skye..."
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"I miss you Phoenix Wright..."