Authors Note: This is my first Phoenix Wright fic, and I hope you like it. Creative criticism is always welcome.
Ace Attorney, Pess and Edgeworth is owned by Capcom.
Summary
Days just come and go in a blink of an eye. Who knew that a strong and courageous friend would be soon disappearing from the face of the earth? Goodbye Pess I've had a great time.
What is Pess?
It is suggested or probably joked by the Gyakuten Saiban director; Tukami that Miles Edgeworth owns a rather 'large; dog names Pesu (Pess in English). Apparently Edgeworth's emotional state may very well hinge on Pesu's well being.
A Man's Best Friend
ByXxTriloxX
It has been a week now, yet I still cannot get it off my mind. The house is as quiet as it was thirteen years ago.
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Saturday May 21st, 2022. 3:45PM. the weather was sunny, at least over 23 degrees Celsius. It was a quiet day at the office and there wasn't much to do so I decided to close up for the day.
The days have been getting dull ever since Wright was stripped from his badge the court has been less exiting. Kristoph Gavin isn't all that fun nor friendly to be around with for my opinion.
Pess hasn't been eating a lot lately, but I suppose he is getting older and a lot more fragile than his younger years. Ever since he was diagnosed with Arthritis, Pess's movements have dropped to a minimum of at least forty present.
Pess did not greet me when I walked from the front door. I was just getting used to that fact. Pess couldn't even walk in a strait line anymore, but something was off. The hairs on the back of my neck were prickling up and my knees were oddly numb. I ignored it though and set down the groceries. Placing into the shelves in alphabetical order.
Night was creeping in, the hairs and numbness irritated me. Trying to tell me something. Ignoring it wasn't going to help this problem go away. I sat down the case files and headed to seek advice from a good friend.
"Pess, Pess?" I looked around for my good buddy, but he wasn't anywhere in site. After a good hour or two I gave up. Sitting back down in my seat I ran through all the possible answers to solve my little problem.
Thirty minutes pasted and rain started to fall like needles falling from a great distance. "Shit. The washing."
I dashed out side to gather the saturated clothing. Again, that same hair raising, knee numbing feel cam to me. I'd completely forgotten about it. Why now though? It clicked. Where's Pess? Why has he gone missing? I left the wet clothing, not caring one bit about it. I grabbed a torch and umbrella and headed off into my back yard.
The lemon tree. Pess and I used to play under here a lot when we were both young. I shone my torch at it. As I thought, Pess…Pess?
"Pess!" I scrambled over to my beloved dog.
He was cold. "Pess! Pess!" Tears were streaming down my cheeks. It felt like someone drilled a hole into my chest. The rain didn't stop, and neither did my tears.
It was a simple burial, I buried him under the exact spot of were he died. It has been a good thirteen years I've spent with you, farewell. That day he died, I believe Pess was crying too, from the sky.
"A memory lasts forever, never does it die. True friends stay together and never said goodbye"