A simple story [Wrightworth/ Narumitsu]

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Miles POV

Miles had just walked out the courtroom, his hands were trembling whilst he sighed heavily. That entire trial, Miles felt like he had held his breath, finally he closed his eyes and let himself breath.

It wasn't like being on the other side was hard, it was just that feeling. Miles knew it was completely unnecessary to be saddled with such feelings but... 

That sense of accomplishment, panic and confusion were all so new. Was this how it was? Being a part of the defence, fighting and clawing your way to get your client freed. How many people had Miles hurt? 

He was asking himself the exact same questions he had done from that time... 

But now, after experiencing it all for himself Miles's answers had changed, maybe, this wasn't as bad as he had thought, but he also couldn't ignore that bubbling feeling of panic inside. 

Miles could see himself as a defence attorney side by side with Phoenix, fighting injustice and getting those who needed help, the support they needed. Whilst thinking about his new found hopes Miles stopped himself from creating too much of an illusion, he had been a prosecutor for so long. It was sheer luck that he had found himself in a position to be able to be a defence, Miles shouldn't get his hopes up.  To take a break from all these spacious thoughts, Miles sat in a chair in the lobby, the cheap cushion barely supported his back, he could feel all the hard wooden beams underneath, that wasn't the problem though.

In fact, there was no problem with the chair at all, yet Miles still found himself nitpicking every last detail he could find. 

That patch of fabric and that patch are not the same shade.

This wooden beam feels thinner that that other one.

This side of the chair is one centimetre too short.

It was a bad habit he had developed. In moments of overwhelming emotion, Miles found himself picking out the mistakes of anything he focused on, this time he was lucky it was the chair. Imagine what a spiral he would have gone down if he focused on something else more... Personal.

Just as Miles was about to start panicking in his corner he saw Franziska walk towards him, the sound of her sharp heels violently hitting the floor. He felt relief seeing another person, a saviour in his little moment of distress.

"Brother." Franziska's face was cool and stern, it definitely didn't help Miles.

"Franziska" Miles tried to keep a steady tone to seem as though nothing was wrong, but trying to stay calm was harder than he thought.

Franziska's face distorted into a smile, she bared her teeth a bit too much and her smile was creepily wide but she was trying. Franziska wasn't usually the smiling type.

"I wanted to say well done."

"Oh. Thanks." It didn't feel sincere. He didn't deserve that thanks, Phoenix did. 

Speaking of Phoenix, Miles felt a sense of pure excitement, he wanted to run to the hospital and dramatically burst through the door just to tell Phoenix the good news.

"For someone who... Foolishly decided to switch to the other side, I must say. You did okay. Personally however, Phoenix should have told me instead. I would have said no of course but I bet I would have done much better than you."

Miles chuckled slightly and stared down at the floor, studying the pattern.

"Yeah I bet you would have."

"Oh well, his loss. Now if you need me little brother I will be in my office."

"Yeah, I'll visit you later."