🎲+Three lovely prosecutors+🎲

“ i have heard about so. ”

-katherine

His eyes were down on the floor. He still had some blood on his coat, a sigh escaped his lips- he wasnt wearing his glasses, he broke them when he arrived at the station anyways. “... I believe you must have came to also yell at me.” the words were low coming from him, barely even a mumble. His voice was broken, perhaps from crying and from the actual much how this has been affecting him mentally.

“I’m not….i just want to speak about what happened…that is all” her eyes that once’s sparked with hope and wonder were empty and unfeeling. She wore a plain black suit and what looked like to be one of miles’ old cravats. She looked different, sleep deprived and lifeless. A constant and unforgiving cold glare was all that could be amounted from her expression alone

“... I.. just wanted to give him a last kiss before he went.” his voice broke further. It was a suprise he hadnt broke down crying yet. He had to take a shaky deep breath before continuing to speak. “everything else was almost a blur... I just.. heard a gunshot and suddenly miles was in the middle of the road and before i could reach him-...” he paused, bitting his lower lip and looking away, his hair completely covering his face now.

She finally blurted out, she hadn’t meant to it just happened. Her glare was no longer empty just full of an indescribable rage. “You’re not going to cry and pout , okay? I didn’t come for that- I just want to know why you’re being suspected. This case is screaming suspicious to me, I didn’t want to work on it but… at this point I have no choice..”

“... I’m pretty sure i did it..” he confessed, even if it was a simple lie he had gotten planted on his head. But he had been telling that to everyone that came to visit him, thats what they wanted to hear, anyways, so whyd he bother? “... Anger must have gotten to me at knowing he was leaving-...” untrue. Even if it did, he wasnt gonna shot miles- he wasnt as bad as Manfred was now, was he? He wasnt sure. People kept spending the whole day since he got arrested calling him out, telling him he was as bad or worse than manfred himself. He was lost. So goddamn lost but maybe he deserved this all.

It was almost like old times… when she’d spend hours up with miles analysing every last detail of a case.. she knew that, but she wasn’t going to let it get to her, she needed to stay composed

“... We were having a small argument because he was leaving me without saying an actual goodbye, that was why i was gonna give one last kiss.” he looked away to to the wall. He needed to take some deep breaths, or else hed break down in tears there. Hed most likely do it later when he was back to being stuck.

“it’s not worth the fight, felix.” his words were firm. “i’ll just take the sentence, its already enough having Phoenix be my defense.” he said, surpressing his own actual emotions in an overall sense. But what was he supposted to do? He could only believe he was the actual murderer.

Felix couldn’t finish her sentence , it was too late- she had already broken into angry sobs, crying like a child. “It’s not fair! Nothings fair- I - I wasn’t finished having an older brother! I still needed miles damn it and now he’s gone! And- arrrrg- I just- I can’t take it anymore…” she was at her lowest, completely and utterly broken from what she once was. “I just want to find who did it!…I just want closure.. justice-“

Asher had stood up, he wanted to reach closer to Felix, perhaps hold her and hug her. But they couldnt, there was a glass and wall blocking them from reaching each other. He had to stop, think and settle back down, leaning back and looking away. “there’s no one else who would have had a need to kill miles but me out of anger.” he added, before his hand reached out to his mouth and began nibbling on his own nails.

from another corner of the room an unfamiliar voice could be heard..”there’s a man behind you~”

His eyes were down on the floor. He still had some blood on his coat, a sigh escaped his lips- he wasnt wearing his glasses, he broke them when he arrived at the station anyways. “... I believe you must have came to also yell at me.” the words were low coming from him, barely even a mumble. His voice was broken, perhaps from crying and from the actual much how this has been affecting him mentally.

“I’m not….i just want to speak about what happened…that is all” her eyes that once’s sparked with hope and wonder were empty and unfeeling. She wore a plain black suit and what looked like to be one of miles’ old cravats. She looked different, sleep deprived and lifeless. A constant and unforgiving cold glare was all that could be amounted from her expression alone

“... I.. just wanted to give him a last kiss before he went.” his voice broke further. It was a suprise he hadnt broke down crying yet. He had to take a shaky deep breath before continuing to speak. “everything else was almost a blur... I just.. heard a gunshot and suddenly miles was in the middle of the road and before i could reach him-...” he paused, bitting his lower lip and looking away, his hair completely covering his face now.

She finally blurted out, she hadn’t meant to it just happened. Her glare was no longer empty just full of an indescribable rage. “You’re not going to cry and pout , okay? I didn’t come for that- I just want to know why you’re being suspected. This case is screaming suspicious to me, I didn’t want to work on it but… at this point I have no choice..”

“... I’m pretty sure i did it..” he confessed, even if it was a simple lie he had gotten planted on his head. But he had been telling that to everyone that came to visit him, thats what they wanted to hear, anyways, so whyd he bother? “... Anger must have gotten to me at knowing he was leaving-...” untrue. Even if it did, he wasnt gonna shot miles- he wasnt as bad as Manfred was now, was he? He wasnt sure. People kept spending the whole day since he got arrested calling him out, telling him he was as bad or worse than manfred himself. He was lost. So goddamn lost but maybe he deserved this all.

It was almost like old times… when she’d spend hours up with miles analysing every last detail of a case.. she knew that, but she wasn’t going to let it get to her, she needed to stay composed

“... We were having a small argument because he was leaving me without saying an actual goodbye, that was why i was gonna give one last kiss.” he looked away to to the wall. He needed to take some deep breaths, or else hed break down in tears there. Hed most likely do it later when he was back to being stuck.

“it’s not worth the fight, felix.” his words were firm. “i’ll just take the sentence, its already enough having Phoenix be my defense.” he said, surpressing his own actual emotions in an overall sense. But what was he supposted to do? He could only believe he was the actual murderer.

Felix couldn’t finish her sentence , it was too late- she had already broken into angry sobs, crying like a child. “It’s not fair! Nothings fair- I - I wasn’t finished having an older brother! I still needed miles damn it and now he’s gone! And- arrrrg- I just- I can’t take it anymore…” she was at her lowest, completely and utterly broken from what she once was. “I just want to find who did it!…I just want closure.. justice-“

His eyes were down on the floor. He still had some blood on his coat, a sigh escaped his lips- he wasnt wearing his glasses, he broke them when he arrived at the station anyways. “... I believe you must have came to also yell at me.” the words were low coming from him, barely even a mumble. His voice was broken, perhaps from crying and from the actual much how this has been affecting him mentally.

“I’m not….i just want to speak about what happened…that is all” her eyes that once’s sparked with hope and wonder were empty and unfeeling. She wore a plain black suit and what looked like to be one of miles’ old cravats. She looked different, sleep deprived and lifeless. A constant and unforgiving cold glare was all that could be amounted from her expression alone

“... I.. just wanted to give him a last kiss before he went.” his voice broke further. It was a suprise he hadnt broke down crying yet. He had to take a shaky deep breath before continuing to speak. “everything else was almost a blur... I just.. heard a gunshot and suddenly miles was in the middle of the road and before i could reach him-...” he paused, bitting his lower lip and looking away, his hair completely covering his face now.

She finally blurted out, she hadn’t meant to it just happened. Her glare was no longer empty just full of an indescribable rage. “You’re not going to cry and pout , okay? I didn’t come for that- I just want to know why you’re being suspected. This case is screaming suspicious to me, I didn’t want to work on it but… at this point I have no choice..”

“... I’m pretty sure i did it..” he confessed, even if it was a simple lie he had gotten planted on his head. But he had been telling that to everyone that came to visit him, thats what they wanted to hear, anyways, so whyd he bother? “... Anger must have gotten to me at knowing he was leaving-...” untrue. Even if it did, he wasnt gonna shot miles- he wasnt as bad as Manfred was now, was he? He wasnt sure. People kept spending the whole day since he got arrested calling him out, telling him he was as bad or worse than manfred himself. He was lost. So goddamn lost but maybe he deserved this all.

It was almost like old times… when she’d spend hours up with miles analysing every last detail of a case.. she knew that, but she wasn’t going to let it get to her, she needed to stay composed

“... We were having a small argument because he was leaving me without saying an actual goodbye, that was why i was gonna give one last kiss.” he looked away to to the wall. He needed to take some deep breaths, or else hed break down in tears there. Hed most likely do it later when he was back to being stuck.

His eyes were down on the floor. He still had some blood on his coat, a sigh escaped his lips- he wasnt wearing his glasses, he broke them when he arrived at the station anyways. “... I believe you must have came to also yell at me.” the words were low coming from him, barely even a mumble. His voice was broken, perhaps from crying and from the actual much how this has been affecting him mentally.

“I’m not….i just want to speak about what happened…that is all” her eyes that once’s sparked with hope and wonder were empty and unfeeling. She wore a plain black suit and what looked like to be one of miles’ old cravats. She looked different, sleep deprived and lifeless. A constant and unforgiving cold glare was all that could be amounted from her expression alone

“... I.. just wanted to give him a last kiss before he went.” his voice broke further. It was a suprise he hadnt broke down crying yet. He had to take a shaky deep breath before continuing to speak. “everything else was almost a blur... I just.. heard a gunshot and suddenly miles was in the middle of the road and before i could reach him-...” he paused, bitting his lower lip and looking away, his hair completely covering his face now.

She finally blurted out, she hadn’t meant to it just happened. Her glare was no longer empty just full of an indescribable rage. “You’re not going to cry and pout , okay? I didn’t come for that- I just want to know why you’re being suspected. This case is screaming suspicious to me, I didn’t want to work on it but… at this point I have no choice..”

“... I’m pretty sure i did it..” he confessed, even if it was a simple lie he had gotten planted on his head. But he had been telling that to everyone that came to visit him, thats what they wanted to hear, anyways, so whyd he bother? “... Anger must have gotten to me at knowing he was leaving-...” untrue. Even if it did, he wasnt gonna shot miles- he wasnt as bad as Manfred was now, was he? He wasnt sure. People kept spending the whole day since he got arrested calling him out, telling him he was as bad or worse than manfred himself. He was lost. So goddamn lost but maybe he deserved this all.

It was almost like old times… when she’d spend hours up with miles analysing every last detail of a case.. she knew that, but she wasn’t going to let it get to her, she needed to stay composed

His eyes were down on the floor. He still had some blood on his coat, a sigh escaped his lips- he wasnt wearing his glasses, he broke them when he arrived at the station anyways. “... I believe you must have came to also yell at me.” the words were low coming from him, barely even a mumble. His voice was broken, perhaps from crying and from the actual much how this has been affecting him mentally.

“I’m not….i just want to speak about what happened…that is all” her eyes that once’s sparked with hope and wonder were empty and unfeeling. She wore a plain black suit and what looked like to be one of miles’ old cravats. She looked different, sleep deprived and lifeless. A constant and unforgiving cold glare was all that could be amounted from her expression alone

“... I.. just wanted to give him a last kiss before he went.” his voice broke further. It was a suprise he hadnt broke down crying yet. He had to take a shaky deep breath before continuing to speak. “everything else was almost a blur... I just.. heard a gunshot and suddenly miles was in the middle of the road and before i could reach him-...” he paused, bitting his lower lip and looking away, his hair completely covering his face now.

She finally blurted out, she hadn’t meant to it just happened. Her glare was no longer empty just full of an indescribable rage. “You’re not going to cry and pout , okay? I didn’t come for that- I just want to know why you’re being suspected. This case is screaming suspicious to me, I didn’t want to work on it but… at this point I have no choice..”

His eyes were down on the floor. He still had some blood on his coat, a sigh escaped his lips- he wasnt wearing his glasses, he broke them when he arrived at the station anyways. “... I believe you must have came to also yell at me.” the words were low coming from him, barely even a mumble. His voice was broken, perhaps from crying and from the actual much how this has been affecting him mentally.

“I’m not….i just want to speak about what happened…that is all” her eyes that once’s sparked with hope and wonder were empty and unfeeling. She wore a plain black suit and what looked like to be one of miles’ old cravats. She looked different, sleep deprived and lifeless. A constant and unforgiving cold glare was all that could be amounted from her expression alone

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-Katherine

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