And She Loved Me. || Miles Edgeworth x OC (under editing)

F O U R T E E N

Chapter Fourteen
• Keep Your Head Up High •

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t h i r d  &  f i r s t  p e r s o n  p o v
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a n g e l a  p e r e g r i n e
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Angela ran to the exteriors of the police department, pouring her tears out having remembered the insinuating events of the past.

As surprising as it may seem, it was a teenager that made her remember how it felt.

She was aware it was gonna happen anytime soon, but it came so late that she didn't know how to handle it.

Her eyes continued to water, her tears flowing down continuously. She felt her chest hurt caused by her inadequate weeping. It was painful.

She cried so hard, holding her chest tight trying to calm herself down.

But instead of being calm, she was reminded of her painful past continuously.

She slowly fell to the ground, shaking and in tears.

She had one of her arms on the ground, and the other clutching her chest.

The pain she was feeling felt like an open wound. Yet it didn't exist physically, it just felt that way.

It was almost unbearable.

It was too heavy for her to be carrying alone.

But that's the truth.

She was alone for most parts of life.

On the other side of the story, Edgeworth was. He followed Angela in worry and curiosity about why she left, sobbing.

He always knew something was up with the woman, but this was the first time he ever saw her cry full-fledged.

Upon reaching the exteriors of the department, he saw his secretary on the ground. Her hand still on her chest, and she, still weeping strongly.

He approached her, he was filled with concern as though he didn't understand what was going on.

"Ms. Peregrine, what happened? A-are you okay?" He asked, holding her shoulder trying to know what was happening.

She shook her head, and just continued crying. She clutched her chest tighter like it was being more painful.

She didn't know what to do, here she was on the ground, having Edgeworth just look at her in concern.

The surroundings were once again quiet, it was only her and her continuous sobbing.

It felt heavier, it felt more painful.

Especially having herself lock away all that she's feeling for such a long time.

It was easy to just drift off.

She wished she just chose to drift off. She wished she didn't exist, she wished she never came along at all.

It's just too painful.