Manfreds Sleeping Chambers
I'm honestly complexed on what I shall do. My dear Y/n... is now the enemy? Oh, oh well. I have to put all my focus into this case. "When the defendant's whole family got brutally murdered, he was the only one left... van Fairy's DNA was left on parts of the victims... but his door was locked from the outside." I thought aloud. What explanation could I possibly use to rebut that?!? Then I heard a soft knock. Y/n!!! It has got to be!! I was jumping for joy. But when I opened the door, there was just a box. A box of Y/n's belongings. They're not dead. They should've just brought it to their new office. Cute, what a little idiot.
The box had a couple cute little trinkets, I'm still not sure why they gave me these things. Especially the lipstick. It was a rather nice shade of red though.
Crime Scene
I can't help but think I'm forgetting something. I've looked over the evidence, searched the whole place, talked with the detective, but I'm still positive something's amiss. Yet my thoughts are rudely interrupted when I hear Wright and Y/n talking. When I look over, I see Y/n gazing at me with deep sorrow. What could possibly be wrong with them? I want to ask but I'm so... nervous. What if they see the lipstick? Would they be flattered by seeing I appreciated it? Would they be grossed out by some young, dapper prosecutor wearing their old lipstick? My thoughts are broken when they walk up to me. Wright was nowhere to be seen, so it was just us. "Hey Manfred!! I wanna apologize for leaving you, but I felt as though being a prosecutor wasn't for me. I really hope you can-" "Shut up" I said. I find it rather odd they'd just throw 4 years down the drain like that. I walk away to investigate more. "Wait!" I halt. Their voice is as smooth as syrup. "Uhhm... I just.. wanted to say that I'll see you tomorrow!!" What could that mean? They cannot possibly be defending Mr. van Fairy. Impossible. But an even worse possibility is that they'll be serving Wright right by his side. I'm unsure why I'm feeling so unfathomably guilty. Guilty? I'm not so sure that's the right word. Jealous? No. Not possible. Irritated? I'm not so sure what I'm feeling. I just... don't want to see them with another man. "See ya" I scatter away with tears forming in my eyes, ringing in my ears, and honestly all that I want to do is cry. Cry into Y/n's arms.
#emo
