This is Volume 3 of my Ace Attorney one shots!
If you haven't, please check out my other two volumes!
**They are a bit cringy, so beware!**
Anyways! This book will cover all Ace Attorney games from the original trilogy to Spirit of Justice and Edgew...
A/N: Mentions of depression, negative thoughts, etc!
Your POV:
I sat in the bedroom, staring up at the ceiling. Klavier was out songwriting with the band, so I was alone. I sighed and rolled over onto my side. My gaze fell to my bedside table. The top was bare, but I knew what the drawer contained.
Bottles of Prozac, Xanax, and countless other brands of antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds filled it.
Nothing ever worked or made things any better. All they did was turn everything into a haze that I could barely remember at the end of the day.
The band had a concert coming up and Klavier and I were supposed to write a song to sing together, but I just had no motivation to do so.
I grabbed the notepad and pen from the pillow next to me and flipped to an empty page.
"Hm..."
...
A few hours later, I heard the front door open and close. I hadn't wrote many lyrics, just lines and phrases. I quickly covered the page and turned on the TV as I tried to smooth out the wrinkles on my clothes.
Klavier entered the room a few minutes later, a beautiful smile on his face. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you feeling any better, fraulein?" I looked at him. "A little. How was the session?" He huffed. "It was a hot mess. We barely got anything done. What about you?" I glanced at the notepad and then back to him, before handing over the notepad.
He flipped to the page I was writing on. I watched him silently, waiting for the bad, judgmental reaction. Once he was finished, he spoke.
"This is amazing, fraulein! There's such a deep meaning, but you've put it to a rap."
I shook my head. "It's nothing, Klavier. It's just..." He continued for me. "How you feel? I already know. Ever since we've met, I've always felt that you were sad in a way. But you never expressed it." He grabbed one of my hands. "No. You smiled, you laughed, like that sadness was nothing but a mirage. Like the pills in the drawer meant nothing to you."
I tensed. "Y-You...knew?" He nodded. "I always knew. But I want to help you. I want to see you smile a genuine smile and laugh so loud that it rings it my ears like the screams of our fans." I sighed. "But how? I know that I need help, but no one can help me." Klavier smiled. "Because I'll be here to get you through it. Why don't we start with these wonderful ideas of your's?"
"...Okay."
...
It was a month later when I found myself waiting in the wings with Klavier. We had finished the song and were performing it tonight. As I tugged at my clothes, Klavier grabbed my hands. "Everything will be alright, fraulein. I promise."
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