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Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. If I did the story wouldn't have been quite so sexist.
Sometimes before Misa left her house she would get this feeling like she had forgotten something. She would check her pockets and purse only to find that everything was in order, but as she went about her day the feeling would persist.
Sometimes it would only last a few hours, but other times it would last for days and days at a time.
And sometimes Misa would wake with tears streaming down her face and a heavy feeling in her heart, but with no recollection of the dream that had caused it.
And sometimes she would feel so alone, even when Light finally found the time to set aside the Kira case just to be with her.
And sometimes, while Misa was out shopping, she would feel like someone was watching her—but when she looked over her shoulder, no one was there. Misa would tell herself that she just imagined it, and for some reason the thought always saddened her.
And sometimes, while Misa prayed at night, she would stop and wonder why it seemed as though there was a word on the tip of her tongue. Like there was someone other than her parents, her sister, and her beloved Light, that she wished to pray for.
And sometimes Misa would almost remember her only friend, her guardian angel. The one who sacrificed her very life for Misa, and the one whose last wish was only that Misa would find happiness.
She didn't, though . . . but sometimes . . . sometimes . . .
