Misa leaned her head against the window of the bus, her tears streaming down he cheeks, some of the making their way to the window.
She had said goodbye to Light only hours ago. It had been harder than she even thought it would be. But she had to keep reminding herself it was for the best.
Misa loved Light, this much was for sure. And even though she was undoubtedly not the smartest person around, but she could plainly see that Light didn't love her back. And one quickly grows tired of trying to keep up a one-sided relationship. He blatantly admitted that he was using her, yet she had stuck around for so long, thinking she could get him to change.
After she and Light had been let out of confinement, she was able to visit him all the time. But he was always with Ryuuzaki—who at the time she didn't know was L. Misa was incredibly observant when it came to love. She could see Light loved the strange Ryuuzaki more than Misa was ever going to be able to get him to love her. But still she stuck around, if only because of the glorified Kira image she had in her mind, if only because of his promise that she would be the goddess of his new world. Oh what a silly girl she had been back then.
She guessed the eye-opener had been when he had killed L without a second thought. Light loved—truly loved—L, and yet he discarded him so easily. It made Misa wonder what he would do once he had no need for her. He didn't even like Misa, and with Rem no longer around to protect her by threatening Light's life, the only thing keeping her alive was The Eyes. But what would happen if he found someone else, someone smarter, who was willing to make The Eye Trade?
Misa knew exactly what would happen, and she didn't like to think about it.
Leaving Light caused her actual physical pain, a terrible ripping feeling in her chest. He sobs racked her frail body, and when she ran out of tears she simply dry-heaved until her supply of the salty water built up again. She felt so weak.
And yet, contrastingly, empowered.
Light was always making her feel small, probably so he could control her. He was always talking down at her, and blaming her for whatever went wrong with his perfect plans. Speaking her name with contempt. No one was going to do that now, she would make sure.
Leaving Light was the only way to save herself.
She got off the bus at a stop near to her favorite coffee shop, still shaking and crying a little. She ordered her usual and sat down at a little round table for two in the back—a sore reminder that she was now alone—instead of one of the couches like she usually did. She didn't want people to see her puffy, red, tear-streaked face.
She raised the vanilla bean latté in a toast to herself. Cup still raised, almost as if in triumph, she thought, 'Here's to a second chance at life.'
