Misa stands on the roof of the building, her back against the wrong side of the railing, and her toes scraping at the edge where the cement ends and the sky begins. A brief wind rustles her black-laced skirt; she lifts her eyes, hooded with obsidian eye shadow, and sees that a gray cloud has covered the sun.
When one is as high above the ground as Misa is, one tends to forget all troubles but her own. The world is an ant mound at her feet, and the people and buses are diligent workers in the hill. Misa is the queen. She thinks sometimes that queens must get lonely, with nothing to look for to except growing old and having their subjects fawn over them. It would be much more exciting if she were still a princess, but that was a long time ago, in a distant land, and Misa can't remember clearly, as much as she tries.
Misa knows she once had a prince, a knight in shining armor, who rode a white stallion and had the most charming smile. She used to dream that she was hanging off a cliff by her fingertips, or dangling out a tower window, or sinking into thick quicksand, and he would reach her, as swift as an arrow, in the nick of time, and swing her safely onto the back of his saddle.
In reality, Misa was always the one chasing after him, pleading for his acceptance. And together, they fell of the cliff, Misa still one step behind. Her prince plunged into the darkness, and she caught herself by some impossible handhold in the steep, craggy walls. There had been a time when she would have let herself fall, if only she could be with him for a moment longer, but that time was gone. Because Misa couldn't remember. She couldn't remember why she had followed her Light so faithfully.
Especially when he wasn't even hers in the first place.
Misa looks down again at the orderly, square city blocks. She wants to be down there, immersing herself in the neat crowds, the restaurants, the shops, but it is almost as if there is a glass dome between her and the world. Light Yagami (how fitting his last name is!) has already spirited her away from the realm of the living. Death is that dark pit her prince leaped in, and she followed, unknowingly, naively.
Misa knows Light is dead. She isn't sure how or why, but there is a feeling inside her, and she knows.
And what reason is there to live if the light of one's existence has been extinguished?
Misa inches closer to the edge of the building. She knows that her thoughts are spurred on by the heat of the moment and that everything will get better if she bears through the withdrawal. But she doesn't want to. She can't. Time with Light was a drug, and the more poison she injected into her veins, the heavier her guillotine became. The only option now is to let go and fall. Into the jaws of death. Into the mouth of Hell.
As she once again surveys the street beneath her, a familiar face catches her eye, one with pale skin, tousled raven hair, and wide eyes ringed with shadows, one Misa never imagined she would see again.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Ryuzaki says. "Light's on his way. You don't want to be late, do you."
He waits expectantly for an answer, but there is certainty on his face, as if he already knows what Misa will say.
"I'm coming," she breaths.
The wind steals her words away, but the strange man smiles - a smile Misa can't believe she once thought to be unpleasant, and she knows that he heard her. Then he turns and disappears into the crowd. Misa takes a deep breath.
She steps off the ledge.
~Fin~
A/N: Just some thoughts on what Misa would be thinking before she jumps - if she even does jump. Review, please. It keeps dead characters happy.