A/N: First majorly angsty story I've tried to write. It's a lot harder than I thought.
Anyway, judge away, as harsh as possible because if I ever intend to get better at writing, Imma need to practise writing something other than mindless fluff.
Oh, and yeh, I've done this story second person. It seemed to really put the point across further I reckon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Phoenix Wright stuff or coffee. I just can't bring myself to drink anything warm. Or anything other than pepsi max or lucozade... which I also don't own.
Also, merit to Noble for throwing the idea of 'dreams' at me.
Wahh! I almost forgot. This maybe Kinda has spoilers for the last case in the last Phoenix Wright game. So yeh. You've been warned and such.
Lights are blinding you, as if you've woken from a dream. A dream that's long had its hold on you and controlled you for too long. Sunlight streams in from windows you can't see and you try to shield your eyes before a hand stops you.
It's her. You wonder silently why she doesn't say something. Anything. But you're ok. As your eyes adjust you see that she's smiling. She's happy because she's with you. You smile too.
She blocks the light now and all you can see her and the fiery red halo surrounding her and its blinding you.
She's blinding you.
She's like heaven.
You smell her scent. Coffee and old books.
You sigh and smile as you remember the first time you associated the previously unloved drink with the woman before you.
The memory echoes like gunfire around your mind.
Heaven.
Her touch is just as tantalising as her scent. You can feel her, feel her surrounding you, devouring you, she's claimed what's hers and taken what she's owed; your heart. And it's better than anything you could ever imagine, you're happier than you've ever been because she's here. She's with you, and she's warm.
Stop.
This isn't right.
Her fiery halo disappears and you realise the light is going. You haven't woken up yet.
It doesn't have to be this way. You can stop the imminent darkness and the crushing ache in your heart.
You can make it right again. You can make it warm again. You know what you have to do. You know who's to blame.
You are cold, you are alone, and everything is dark now.
You know what you have to do.
Diego, wake up.
Well... yeh, this could be better but after hours and hours... Ok. Like ten minutes, I couldn't make it better and the more I tried the worse it seemed get.
Major pants.