A/N: Like I said, the men of Ema's life. And it's super short and kinda simple as a point to the story. The men of Ema's life have been kinda sparce.
I'm maybe doing something similar to this story from Nick's point of view. If I do, look out for a story titled 'Ghosts'. Cheers, pal!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, sucks, I know, but alas it is true.
If I were to write a list containing the men of life, the list wouldn't reach past ten.
From my father whom I barely remember to the boy I first let kiss me. I remember neither of these men and yet one was supposed to be the greatest man I would ever know. The men who I respected the most and the one hated the most were scarce in my memory as well. The man I respected was Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. He was a cool, sophisticated and simmerous enforcer of the law, yet when his friends were in trouble, the ice would chip away and he'd be a different person, he would fight and be glowing and warm, if only for a short while. For that, I will always respect him, and for that, I'll do my best to remember him. The person who I hate though, I will always do my best to forget. The man I hated was the first and only person I ever slept with, and in my unwillingness to be with him again, he fractured my heart and left me feeling as he said I was: broken, worthless.
This leads me to the three most important men of my life who have helped heal my wretched soul, thus far.
We went out, once. Just to see how it was. It wasn't romantic; it wasn't even social, not really. We went to a bar just to see how it was. Neither of us had found much time for that in college, and neither of us had much time now. We both understood that. That night had been one of the best nights of my life though. We simply sat and drank. Shared silences and shared laughter, something that he could make me enjoy more than anything in my life. Apollo was fast becoming the best friend I never had.
Then there was Phoenix. Phoenix Wright. The man who I had the most to repay to, and yet there was nothing I could do to return the favour. Phoenix had everything he could ever need. He had lost his badge, but he gained a daughter. He gained the family he once had but lost; he gained respect and a sense of maturity that only a man in his position could contain.
I would be forever indebted to a man who claimed nothing back from me, and for that, I thank him.
This leads me, quite inadvertently, to the man who plagues my mind the most.
Klavier Gavin. Rock star prosecutor, glimmerous fop extraordinaire. He might not be the right one, but there's something about us. What else can I say? He irritates me, he mocks me, and he flirts with me in public just to embarrass me. He doesn't respect my professional position and goes out of his way to ridicule me in court. And yet, I could do all that back and receive no consequences like so many detectives before me had received when working this closely with a prosecutor.
Sometimes he comes to visit me with Snackoos in apology and I feel myself warming to him and when he smiles at me it's real.
Like I said, there's just something about us.
Another story whacked out, I am on FIRE.
Side note, is there anyone else like me that once they hear 'you're on fire', or something to that effect, you immediately want to yell "Quick! Put him out!" ?
It's a whole barrel a fun.
And barrels are big. Make no mistake about that.