Prompt: Park
Character(s): Maya Fey, Phoenix Wright
Originally Written: 4.14.2009
She doesn't want to forget.
The sun is setting, the sky an open canvas of purple and yellow as they sit down on the park bench. She thinks she looks tired after everything that's transpired in the last few weeks, but he hasn't said anything about it.
She knows he would.
Maya knows that this could be the last time she ever sees Phoenix again, but she doesn't want to let go of the little things that they managed to give each other. She had been taught that everything was intertwined, but she doesn't know how to untangle herself from the mess that she calls her life.
Maybe it really will be better for her once she goes back to Kurain and sets up the kind of life she was supposed to be living in the first place; a life bound to tradition and haunted memories. She holds back a sigh and looks at Phoenix, who seems to be particularly focused on opening a can of soda.
"So you're going back to Kurain in a few days," he says carefully, still trying to avoid her eyes.
"Yeah. Plenty of stuff to do before then, right? I wish I could stick around for Mr. Gramarye's trial, but…" Maya momentarily trails off, managing to finally look at him. He had finally gotten the can of soda open, but he's apparently uninterested in drinking it. "I think…that if I stay longer, I'll never leave at all."
Phoenix sets the can down next to him and folds his hands together neatly in his lap, clearly trying to think of an answer that won't make her cry. She can sympathize – it's a difficult task at this stage in the game.
He breathes and hazards an answer. "Nothing's ever final, you know."
Her heads lifts the slightest bit and she's listening more intently now. "That's weird for you to say."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"But anyway, like I was saying…"
Maya abruptly stands from the bench and gives him a long, indecipherable look before smiling softly and asking, "Let's go home. I'll even let you hold my hand."
He raises an eyebrow but stands and takes her hand in his. "Ah, what the heck. It could be the last time we see each other."
"Don't say that! You'll never forget about me and you know it."
They walk home hand in hand, and everything is so perfectly broken, beautiful in the way life creates meaning out of ruin.
She could almost cry.
