Sometimes she screamed at him.
Sometimes, she slapped him.
Sometimes, she ignored him.
Sometimes, she commented on his so called "perverse" behavior.
Sometimes, she snapped at him.
Sometimes, she manipulated him.
Sometimes, she hurt him.
Sometimes, she irritated him.
Sometimes, she insulted him.
Sometimes, she scowled at him.
Sometimes, she refused to associate herself with him.
Sometimes...
Sometimes, she would glance at him.
Sometimes, her hand would brush against his arm.
Sometimes, her eyes would make contact with his.
Sometimes, she talked to him.
Sometimes, she even touched him on purpose.
Sometimes, she laughed at his words.
Sometimes, she admired his work.
Sometimes, she treated him like a normal person.
Sometimes, she actually listened to him.
Sometimes, she tried to understand what she heard.
Sometimes, she sat by him.
Sometimes she touched the same things he touched.
Sometimes, she smiled at him.
But this was all irrelevant.
Because L Lawliet loved no one.
And.
No.
One.
Loved.
Him.
(AN) The "she" is Misa. This is (really)kinda short, but I intended it to be that way.