A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! I was going to make the next chapter part of this one, but it didn't flow as nicely as it does as 2 chapter! (and don't worry, next chapter is already longer than this!)(oh and updated alittle early (late thursday!) but you don't mind, do you?)
The next day in court was a long one. My new competition's yells filled the air as she tore through witnesses and evidence. Gumshoe even cried; I was beginning to wonder if she had a soul. The judge called for another recess and I swiftly walked toward the door craving nicotine.
I pulled out the new pack I had bought this morning. I lit up and reviewed the trial. It was drawing to an end, but the defendant was definitely innocent. If I fought with all I had I could win. I could win, and send an innocent seventeen-year-old boy to jail for life… God damn this emotion called guilt. I crushed the nub of my cigarette and walked back to the court to face the final part of the case.
I lost the case. I was used to it by now. But I wasn't sad about it. I remember the days when losses confused me and even drove out of the country, away from my one friend. I sighed as the verdict was handed down. The defendant smiled, cried, and ran to Lynn. I couldn't hear them, but it was the same conversation any time there was a not guilty verdict ("I knew you could do it!" or "I told you I was innocent!"). I packed my things and left for the office.
On the drive, my mind wandered to my first loss, how it had perplexed me and angered me. How had I had been beaten by a rookie defense attorney? I scoffed at these memories. I was so blind back then. Every victory Phoenix celebrated was putting me deeper into my proverbial grave. I found myself smiling, but couldn't help it. Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death? More like Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth is a sissy who can't deal with his feelings so he ran off to Europe. I snickered and pulled into the Prosecutors' Office parking garage. It would be another long day at work.
When I got home, Derek wasn't there. I stood in the doorway; my apartment always felt so empty when it was just me. My mind wandered to Pess. I set my briefcase on my desk and sat down. There was a note written in Derek's large scrawling handwriting:
Miles,
Had to work a second shift today, Angel's been skipping out on her shift lately. Your sister called today, said something about a dog…
We need to talk…
And there it was, the infamous "we need to talk" (and something told me it wasn't about Pess), the end of all relationships. I'd had my suspicions for a while. I folded the note and tucked it into the bottom right-hand drawer of the desk, next to all the notes of that sort. The drawer was beginning to fill; God, I need a reality check.
I took my time meticulously filling out paper work into all hours of the night. I silently poured my heart into every letter. Finally, I glanced at the clock, still nervous for Derek to get back. It was 2 in the morning. Thank God I didn't have a case…
It doesn't matter how many relationships I begin and end, I will always be on edge about it. Yes, that's right, the big, bad demon prosecutor is afraid of losing someone, even if they were just a one-night-stand-turned-relationship. But that's something I blame von Karma for…
My paperwork was done, and my nerves where fried. It was 3 am and I still hadn't even thought of sleep. I filed my papers away, the only sound my breathing. I hated an empty house, it reminded me of the von Karma manor. Those memories will forever haunt me…
A/N: Oh how angsty!~ Next chapter is going to ether be a flashback. I know this chapters writing was alittle shaky, sorry.