"You don't need that Puppeteer" [OFF]

zacharie.

Things went wrong.
Usually Zacharie wouldn't mind the plot shifting from the usual.
He clearly didn't mind, at least for the longest while, now.
But now things had gone too wrong.

He could dream. Dream of something happier on this last night. He had stayed on the rooftop, next to the limo body. He'd cried over it until he himself had passed out.

They were together. They hugged, they kissed. They did everything they could sanely think to do. They got comfort out of each other. Ashley wasn't the best hugger, nor was he the best at physical contact. Zacharie never minded that, he could always make up for it. They went hand in hand. He sung a lullaby.

That nice thought, that nice dream couldn't last forever. That nice thought was impossible.

There was a mewling beside him.
"Zacharie."
"..."
"I'm sorry."
"What now?"
"You had the power to save him, why didn't you? Surely, you have luck tickets with you. It's too later to use a Joker now, I believe."
"He wouldn't have lived much longer anyway."
"..."
"He would become burnt eventually."
"Ah..."
"I knew that from the start, Pablo."
"Why fool yourself?"
"I loved him."
"I know that."

There was a silence, they looked off the edge of the tall library building.
"What now?"
"I... guess we see what happens."

"... and what will happen?"

"You can stop talking to me now, Pablo."

For a while everything seemed to stop. It was still.
Then it restarted.