Summary: sequel to my sad as hell one-shot "maya had gone, maya had gone, and maya had gone". Maya's perspective as she dies and watches Phoenix begin to grieve over her death. AU of some kind. (more spoilers for Trials and Tribulations case four. Fic under the cut.)
This one is obviously maya and she’s kind of dying
Idk how possession would’ve killed her but dahlia’s presence suffocating her probably isn’t a bad bet. She contemplates her feelings and decides he loves another girl, but she also still misses him and wants to make his pain stop. He can’t hear her or see her, and it causes her pain, so she just stands there crying. Idk this makes no sense I was just rambling
Somehow inspired by Parachute’s “What I Know”. Don’t ask bc I don’t know. I was going to write a ringabel/edea fluff. Something that didn’t kill a character literally and another one figuratively. Oh well life goes on bye
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It’s a curious little thing, being with him.
He can be kind of wishy-washy, but also determined and focused at the same time.
I met him when I was seventeen.
The only one on my side in what was probably the hardest point in my entire life at the time. I don’t know. I’ve been through hell, and I made it out alive.
Oh, but I guess not this time.
She had taken over me. I couldn’t control my actions, I couldn’t say what I was thinking. Hell, I could barely think my own thoughts or see anything. She was in the way. Always in the way…
I spent a long time re-evaluating my relationship with him.
My best friend, the only person I’ve ever connected with outside of my village and family. Immediately, anyway.
Hell.
I can’t breathe.
She’s suffocating, and pushy. I can’t fight my way out, and I can’t breathe. I’m effectively trapped, and I’m probably going to die.
I’ve accepted that fact.
I’m in love with my best friend, and I know for sure he isn’t in love with me. He’s in love, yeah. But it’s never been me.
I don’t know who it is.
He’s in love with someone else that isn’t me, and that’s all that I know for sure.
God dammit!
Let me out!
I kick against her barrier with my mind. I need out. I have to tell them the truth. I have to let them know what really is happening. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.
I can’t breathe.
She’s suppressing me, locking me down with an iron fist and she’s so heavy- she’s a large weight on my chest that’s threatening to suffocate me.
I’m kicking, and I’m fighting.
I’m running out of air.
I can’t move her to let me breathe.
This is it.
This is it.
I push against her one last time- I can hear them calling to me, I have to get out, I have to tell them I’m okay-
The pain is excruciating.
She’s crushing me, and then she’s pummeling me with everything she’s got. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
God it hurts.
I’m probably blue or purple in the face, and she’s not going to let go. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.
Oh god.
I’m going to die.
But I knew that. I knew that already.
This isn’t a channeling. I’m not in control. She is.
I’ve given up.
I watch my own body sink to the ground, thudding loudly onto the polished floors.
Then he moved.
He was like lightning across the floor, sprinting to my side.
Hah.
What a fool.
He feels for a pulse, but he knows it’s too late. He sinks to the ground beside me, and I watch him cry.
Oh god.
Oh, god.
Tears are pooling beside his face on the floor. He knows I’m dead.
He knows I’m not there anymore.
They’re carrying my body out. Looks like the bailiff figured it out.
Maybe they’ll try to revive me.
Maybe they won’t.
He’s choking out a sobbed sentence that I can’t understand. He wants something. Probably me. He’s not ready for me to be gone.
He crumbles to the ground again, passed out this time. They carry him out too.
I’m alone again.
For now, at least.
I’ll get to see my sister again. And my parents.
My family will be put back together.
Except Pearl.
Pearl is alone.
Not much I can do about that.
…why am I crying?
Hot tears are pouring down my eyes.
Oh god.
I’m dead.
They didn’t even try to revive me. They probably knew it wouldn’t work.
He’s waking up. They’re telling him, but he already knows.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Wright.”
A sob rips from my throat. I’m screaming his name, grasping at him even though I know I won’t reach him.
I have to reach him.
I can’t reach him.
We’re both sobbing messes as we both realize how bad the situation is. I want to be alive again. I need to be alive again.
I need to be there for him let me go back let me go back let me go back
I’m pleading and begging with a God who isn’t there to hear me, who can’t grant my wishes to be by his side.
I love him so much.
He loves someone.
Someone that isn’t me.
Despaired sobs rip from his throat, bringing forth a new kind of hell for me. I hate hearing him cry. I don’t want to hear it anymore let me make it stop
Stop crying stop crying
I’m right here please look at me
I’m still here with you please don’t forget that
I’m here I’m here I’m here
Tears are dripping from my face. He can’t see me, he can’t hear me, he can’t feel me.
I’m not flesh and blood anymore.
I’m a ghost who can’t do anything to save him from me
God, what a mess.
Please look at me. Please acknowledge my existence.
He lies on his back. He looks utterly dead inside. Dead and gone, but still alive. I can’t tell him that he’s going to be okay. I can’t tell him what I wanted to say.
Tears are falling from his eyes but he isn’t sobbing anymore. It’s just a glazed stare that is fixed on the ceiling, watching the fan spin quietly.
Summary: An AU where Maya doesn't make it out. (Minor spoilers for Ace Attorney Trials and Tribulations, case four. Fic under the cut.)
A/N: Idk where this came from tbh I was playing the Sims and I sometimes randomly say things that don’t make sense so I just “an au where she doesn’t survive” and bam. Story. Phoenix Wright in shock. This is set in the final case of Trials and Tribulations. If details are wrong, you’ll have to forgive me, it’s been like four or five years since I’ve even touched the game. If I recall correctly, Dahlia had possessed Maya and then you cross-examine Maya after Dahlia leaves, but what if the possession had killed Maya? That was the base for this. It’s a little weird but life goes on
(the title is a reference to the game 999 in the safe/true end, where the paper that Clover finds says “truth had gone, truth had gone, and truth had gone” idek it was random and made sense at the time so)
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I watched her collapse, and my heart sunk. I felt it break.
I felt her die.
I was moving before the court had time to respond. If there was any chance that I was wrong, any chance at all, I’d be the first to know.
I wanted to be wrong.
Tears blurred my vision as I took her hand. She was fading so fast. She was getting cold. I couldn’t see anymore. I couldn’t breathe. My eyesight was turning black. My heart was pounding hard, an intense pain like I’d never known.
I fumbled for her neck, desperate to feel a pulse.
One second passed, then another.
There was nothing.
She was dead.
All semblance of control I had left was gone. Tears flowed down my face, a choked sob escaping my throat. I fell to the floor beside her, her face blurred beyond recognition next to me.
Oh god.
Oh, god.
I blinked and my vision cleared again, and for a moment I could pretend she was peacefully asleep. I could pretend that it was all a dream, and that we hadn’t even left for the temple yet.
My small moment of peace was shattered when the bailiff pulled me up and led me out. Everything was happening at once. There were people taking her body away.
No.
Oh god.
“Bring her back,” I tried to say. “Give her back to me.”
I couldn’t finish my sentence.
I couldn’t think of anything but her.
Oh god.
I was crying again.
It was over. Everything was over.
My vision started to turn black again. This time, I let it overtake me.
I don’t want it to be real.
I wanted to be wrong.
God, I wanted to be wrong.
There wasn’t anyone who could console me. The only one who still could was lying somewhere, and she was going to be buried.
The pain was unbearable.
God, it hurts. Everything hurts.
I wake up on a bed somewhere. I don’t know where. I don’t care to know.
My mind is too clouded with other things to even try to care.
Pearl is alone.
Kurain is without a master.
The murder will go unsolved.
I sobbed harder.
Everything hurt. I wanted to die. Fat tears rolled down my face, gross and despairing sobs wracking my body and ripping out of my throat.
I was causing a goddamn scene, and I didn’t care.
My world was gone.
She was my whole world. Without her, it was just gray people and places that passed me while I was stuck in the past.
Three years of my life had been heavily influenced by her presence. She made me see things in a new light.
She was everything to me
Why is she dead?
Oh god.
Nothing I did would bring her back. I could prove her innocence; I could prove that she would be allowed to walk free- provided that she was alive.
But that didn’t matter. She was dead.
The word was like a knife in my side. I was surprised I wasn’t bleeding out from the pain and despair.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
I said the word until it no longer had meaning. It was just a useless string of letters and sounds. It no longer reminded me that my precious bit of heaven had just been taken from me, cruelly and swiftly. It was all over.
Slowly, I sat up.
“Mr. Wright?”
I just nodded.
“I… guess you know what happened.”
Another nod.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Wright.”
More hot tears.
This pain would never recede. It would always be a dull throb in my chest, always threatening to overtake me and drown me slowly.
I was already drowning.
Regrets and sorrow weighed me down. I hadn’t ever said it. I’d always wanted to say it, but always felt like it would be betraying Mia’s memory.
Now it was too late and I regretted it.
I loved her so goddamn much and now she was gone
gone
gone.
Maya Fey had died that day, and there was nothing I could have said or done.
