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I Believed What We Had Would Last Forever...

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"Feels Like after all this time, you should have known we'd be here tonight, wondering where the past has gone, all the memories we lost when we moved on."
-Aviators - Friendship (Acoustic) (Find it on Youtube! Such an emotional song! Make sure it's the acoustic version!)
I don't think I've ever read an Asoue fic that is centered on Jacques Snicket's death. I'm talking about the off screen moment where Olaf literally beats him to death with a crowbar...that is freaking dark. I dare say it's the darkest moment of the entire Netflix series. It may be off screen, but it's such a tragic moment. You actually feel it. It really stuck with me, because, in the netflix series, Jacques is the only one who still gives a rat's butt about what happens to Olaf. You can tell he genuinely still cares and wants him to come back, and Olaf just throws it back in his face and we get a clear implication that Olaf beats him to death with a crowbar. IMHO, this is the final nail in the coffin for Olaf. This is his point of no return. There's no redemption for doing that to someone who still cared about him after everything...Anyway, I decided this very death scene. It goes without saying, that this will be very sad, and you might cry

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"It was me or you, old friend." Olaf said as he stood over Jacques with the crowbar. Jacques looked up at him.

He wouldn't...He thought to himself. His eyes bore into Olaf, searching desperately for any last remnant of his old friend from years past, but there was nothing.

Olaf raised the crowbar above his head, ready to bring it down, and Jacques panicked.

"O-Olaf, wait!!" He cried out desperately. Surprisingly, Olaf did pause.

"This isn't what you want..." He said, little more than a whisper. "You're better than this...I know you are." He said desperately.

There was a short pause.

"You've made mistakes, but we can work through them. We can fix them."

"...I've made mistakes..." He chuckled dryly. "And what about the mistakes that others made that can't ever be fixed? Mistakes that were made before mine?" His voice grew to anger. "What about Beatrice's mistake, huh?! What about her, Jacques??" He shouted, his voice trembling.

"...Beatrice was not the first to pull a poison dart that night." Jacques looked at Esme. She said nothing, looking a little sheepish, knowing that what Jacques said was true.

Olaf looked at Esme.

"See?" Jacques said. "We've all made mistakes, but together, we can get through it...We can start over again."

"No." Olaf stated. "There will never be any starting over again, thanks to Beatrice." Olaf stated bitterly, raising the crowbar again.

 

"There would be no need to start over...thanks to her, there is nothing I would do differently."

"O-Olaf, wait!" Jacques cried. But Olaf was done talking, and brought the crowbar down.