Wowies, this is a bit more dramatic than I thought I'd ever get with a fanfic. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy my tragic little story!

All your Phoenix Wright is belong to Capcom. XP


"Tell me you don't love her." Her voice didn't break. She refused to show him any sign of weakness. They faced each other, her eyes piercing through his, his eyes hopelessly trying to avoid hers. He said nothing.

"Tell me you don't love her. Tell me you don't love her. Look at me, Phoenix, for God's sake!" she pleaded, finding it harder to keep her emotions from heaving up her throat and spilling out over the floor.

"Franziska, I – I can't –" he faltered. She cut him off.

"Shut up you fool! You're lying; I can see it in your eyes. I know you better than anyone!" But these words were only a futile attempt to convince herself. He was grabbing his elbow with his other hand, looking anywhere but at her, his eyes were swimming with guilt, pain, tears, shame…she knew. If one thing was true, she knew him better than anyone. And so, she knew that he was no longer hers.

Franziska backed away a couple of steps, desperate to hold herself up. "So, is this really what you want? You want to end this?!" she spat, finding the words unbearably revolting. The other said nothing. The lump at the back of her mouth finally exploded, bursting forth with all the force of a breaking dam. "This is your last chance!!!" she shrieked.

Phoenix felt his heart ripped away in the torrent of her anguish. Her voice still echoed in his ears…it rang out so clearly, so purely. Her strength was staggering. He longed to reach for her, but knew it would only be out of sympathy, not devotion. He at last met her fierce, opalescent eyes, just for a moment. But in that instance he could see her…willing him to take her, to sweep her into his arms and whisper to her that he wanted her, to marry her, to have children…but just for a moment. He broke her gaze, before her tragedy could drown him.

The seconds seemed like years passing to her, and with each that ticked away Franziska felt a pang, her eyes on the verge of spilling over. How she had held out this long, she couldn't imagine; but she would not, would not allow him to see her cry.

She had lost. There was no way to hold them back now. It was apparent he had made his choice. "Fool," she choked, turning away from the man she had loved…the man she still loved from the depths of her being. She heard the door crash to a close behind her, and only then did she allow the warm beads to cascade down her broken façade. Franziska charged headlong into the night, knowing she had just left her heart behind her forever.