Bonds- A Heart That Believes

Part 3- Reflection

Miles tried to calm his nerves after that moment, forcefully controlling his breathing to take long, deep breaths. The fact that he dreamed about that despite getting over the realisation it wasn't his fault really took a toll on the prosecutor.

What was he worried about?

Why was it different from all the other times?

At least I have a logical conclusion for that second question...

With his hand still firmly attached to his forehead, Miles finally decided it was time to gather his bundle of thoughts all together, and head downstairs to get a cool, refreshing drink of water.

He gently moved the covers off himself and slid his feet into his slippers which were neatly tucked away down the side of the bed. He may have stood up a little to quickly, as the pain once again built up to such unbearable amounts that he had to sit down once more.

Composing himself, Miles spent a glance towards the Megatama on his bedside table. Whatever it was, it wasn't doing him much good. He should have listened to Maya and not have been so..... Clingy with it. But its radiating warmth and its mauve purple glow prevented him from doing such a thing. His familiarity with the hefty gem, despite not seeing it before in his life, had sparked a curiosity within Miles that he never thought he had. His mind raced, and wanted to pick up the stone again, but collectively, his consciousness did find itself moving its vessel downstairs to fetch a glass and place it under the tap.

An eternity passed, the container filled and Miles pulled it away from the running water, staring holes right through into the bottom of the glass as he flipped the switch, silence filling the room once more. Trapped in thought and exhaustion, he swirled the cup around and drummed his hand on the side of it.

Miles glanced up at the clock on the opposing wall.

3:16 am

That's right, he probably should head back to bed.

However something stopped the prosecutor from taking a sip from that liquid.

Something quite disturbing.

Something, or rather, someone, that he thought he would never see again.

Miles stared at it, recoiling against the counter and sliding down until he touched the cool, hard floor, cupping his hands around the glass and making sure the image didn't falter.

Yes, he was seeing him in his glass of water.

Staring at him with the same confused, tired expression as himself at that moment...

...was his father.

He made sure he didn't blink in that moment, for in fear he would disappear forever again. It was so early that Miles' increasingly logical mind couldn't filter out his recent thoughts from reality.

All Miles wanted to do in that moment is to see his Father once more.

However, exhaustion got the better of the prosecutor and he had to blink as his eyes dried up.

It hurt.

The glass shattered to pieces as Miles dropped it, colliding to the floor in a shower of moonlight reflecting off the broken cup.

It was very reminiscent of that time, 26 years ago.

The time where Miles' world collapsed all around him, and his dreams were shut off via an external force, never seeing the light of day again...

Miles pushed himself to the crook of the worktop, still sitting on the floor, and grasped his head as the sound of shattering glass filled his ears.

"Miles... It'll be alright..." his father's words replayed in his mind from the end of that dream.

Miles shook the sentence out of his mind. "Go away..." he muttered under his breath, tears building up in his eyes as he hunched forward and buried his head in his knees silently, clutching the fabric of his trouser leg with his free hand while rocking gently back and forth.

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4:32am

Miles was persuading himself to get off the floor.

A full hour and 15 has passed and the prosecutor wasn't feeling much better.

However, some part of his consciousness allowed him to trudge back upstairs and flop back onto his bed, groaning. He reached for the Megatama laying on his bedside table, feeling the rushing warmth flood back to him. He sighed in relief. What made him grab that rock? He didn't know, but it made him feel much safer than he would care to admit.

That's when something unexpected happened.

As the Prosecutor lay flat on his face, caressing the stone gently, he heard that same voice again

"Miles"

"you're dead. Leave me"
a flurry of thoughts entered the forefront of his mind as he let a sobbed breath escape his lips.

".... I'm here. It's alright, Miles"

"you're dead. You're not coming back"

"look at me"

"you're dead. why should I... ? How could I... ?" he said that thought quietly out loud, his words muffled as the Prosecutor's face remained in his pillow still, clutching onto the megatama for dear life.

However, he found that something, or someone was tilting his head to one side gently. He didn't find himself fighting back.

Instead, he found himself looking up at the ghostly steel grey eyes of none other than Gregory Edgeworth.

Even though he saw his reflection not but a moment ago in his glass of water, he was still shocked to the core.

Miles froze in place, eyes wide, focusing on the distorted pale figure standing next to his bed. He felt lightheaded and disorientated, but his gaze was fixed upon his father's face.

The figure moved closer to him, and crouched down as if speaking to a child.

"there there, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" it asked gently and smiled, reaching to pet Miles' hair, and move his bangs out of his face like his Father used to as he tucked him into bed. The sound of his voice reverberated in his head. The ghost's lips were moving but his voice sounded like it came directly from his own thoughts.

"F-Father...." Miles finally let escape, his breath taken away and his heart stuck in his throat momentarily. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes once more, lower lip trembling, until he finally broke down into tears.

He was paralysed with all sorts of emotions. Joy, anger, regret, relief etc, and they never ceased to overflow during that moment when the spectre leant down and kissed Miles gently on the forehead.

So much nostalgia

Too much nostalgia

He was so close and yet so far

He couldn't feel a single warm touch from his Father.

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//I'M SORRY FOR THE PAIN 🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖
Anyways stuff is hopefully gonna be explained next chapter
I'm sorry for the delay wofmkwmd

Also Miles is paralysed not only cuz of his emotions, but because the megatama's power is draining him.

Lolol he's gonna be exhausted for tomorrow's trial