Beacon
Yellow, pink, blue, and red all swirled on a beautiful palette before her, the sun just barely tucking itself away. Wind caressed her so softly, and for a moment, she pretended that it was Light. Of course she knew, she knew he never loved her. But it didn't matter…it never really mattered from the beginning. All she needed was for Light to acknowledge that she would forever be at his side, at his use, at his disposal.
She sighed quietly, watching in muted interest at the way her hem blew with the wind, almost as if begging to be released…to feel a moment's worth of freedom. But every stitch serves a purpose. For this piece of cloth, it was to help keep the dress together; for Misa, it was meant to keep her heart closed.
Never would she regret anything she had done in her life. She would never regret using the Death Note, never regret helping Light, and she would never regret this.
Closing her eyes, she felt a calming darkness surround her, and her chest swelled with joy in a liberating sort of way. Her blonde hair flew and waved goodbye to the concrete rooftop.
Wind cradled her, and her arms spread like that of a bird. Never in her life had she felt so free, weightless…uncaring. She knew that within seconds, she would be with Light. She just knew. She knew that this was what she wanted.
And she knew that the pavement would be there to catch her.