( it's too late, you gave up
your last chance, to walk away )
A dribble about Misa Amane, one of my favorite characters in Death Note.
I don't really know where it came from.. I just got this feeling, and sort of went with it.
She was pretty like a doll. She had golden blonde hair, and cherry red lips to match.
What was wrong with that?
A tiny waist and a dozen outfits to match.
There's no bad in that.
She had a heart to love him, and was completely devoted.
Where was her faults?
She had none.
Misa-Misa was perfect. But he didn't think so, but that was okay. Because she would pretend he did. Whenever Misa-Misa would think about this, she'd shed a tear or two.
But dolls don't cry.
No. Dolls were perfect, just like she had to be. So she'd powder her face again, and reapply her mascara like nothing ever happen. And then she would go to her precious Light.
He was hers, no she was his. Because dolls didn't own their owners, they owned the dolls. They played with their dolls whenever they wanted, and when they got bored.. they stopped.
But they'd always come back.
Just like her Light.
Misa-Misa knew Light didn't really love her, but that didn't matter. Because she knew, one day, he would see how much she meant to him.
Whenever Light calls, Misa-Misa will be there.
Because that's all pretty girls can do, is wait for their pretty boys behind the scenes.