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Fiancée

It was the much awaited evening of 14th Feburary.

The fact that it was raining couldn't muffle the exhilaration of young couples. Shiny heart-shaped lightings hung around every shop. The air was full of the scent of various perfumes, chocolates and other sweet things.

The streets weren't much crowded. Windows of all the shops were translucent with condensation. Still, the whole scene was lit with laughter and various other happy notes.

On the byway stood a young and beautiful woman, under a bright red umbrella. She was silently looking towards the hubbub.

From the byway, the view was quite different. Light from inside the shops came out of the pellucid windows (pattering with little glistening droplets) as soothing patches of various colours. Elated voices of people could also be heard as stifled smooth and distant sounds. Smothered notes of music were also contributing to this atmosphere.

The woman with the red umbrella turned around and started walking away from the crowd. Her footsteps were barely audible in the patter of the downpour.

She had golden-blonde hair, which she was wearing loose. She was wearing a raven Gothic Lolita dress with netted white frills at the hem and neckline.

She had had been having a very bad time. She, Misa Amane was a super-model, but her business was at its lowest at that time. She wasn't getting much work. Her depression wasn't helping much either.

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After her parent's murder she had been all alone. The first few years after their death had been extremely difficult. But she had tried to resume her life like normal. She used to go for photoshoots and concerts with an attractive bubbly smile. She used to dance and sing perfectly making the crowd go berserk.

But this same everyone's darling used to cry herself to sleep. Despite being around so many people, she found an emptiness inside her. She used to veil her desolation from the world.

What hurt her most was that her parent's killer got away easily. He only had to pay compensatory payment and go rehabilitation center for three months as he was underage.

But soon Kira - The Saviour emerged. He gave her justice. The murderer of her parents was killed. For her, Kira was true justice. He was the one, who would reshape the world and achieve what no judicial system in this world could even think of. Yes, for her, Kira was God.

Soon, she met Light. She loved him with every single fibre of her being. He was her world. She loved him so much that (though she didn't remember now) she was ready to suffer endless days of solitary confinement without uttering a word about him being Kira.

Though, a corner of her heart knew that Light didn't love her, she accepted that fact as long as Light was with her. He was her knight in a shining armour.

Life was going on good for her. Her fiancé, Light, was a respectable police officer now and her career was also at is peak.

Until one day, Light died.

Just died.

She couldn't believe it. How could her Light leave her so abruptly? How could out of so many people Light get prey to a car accident? No, she couldn't believe.

But eventually, she had to accept his eternal absence. There was no more light in her dark,dark world.

Soon, Kira was gone too. L had got to him. She never got to know who he was.

She didn't know what to do with her life anymore. She just couldn't wake up every morning with a motive. She confined herself in her apartment for a weeks. Every morning, waking up, was a challenge. She just couldn't. Her mind had turned against her. An emptiness was gnawing the only little hope left.

She did eventually try to start her life again. She signed a few modelling contracts but none worked out as a success. She was too dead to fake it anymore. She needed longer breaks and displayed the worst of mood swings.

Misa-Misa had changed. So the crowd didn't wait much too before moving on. Her career was not blooming anymore.

Somehow, she didn't even care. She had the perfect plan. She knew what she was going to do. She was going to be famous again. She was waiting for the right day.

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Misa stopped walking. The rain had dessoluted to light drizzling. She was standing near a big bridge. She knew exactly what she was going to do.

She loosened her grip and let her red umbrella fall down on the pavement. Little drops of water started getting collected in the upturned umbrella.

Misa went to the centre of the bridge and looked down from the edge. The water below looked dark and cold, but for her, the world was colder. She sighed deeply and went over the railing.

Standing on the ledge,she looked down, the flowing black mass looked inviting to her. Strong wind were making her hair flow as she jumped down.

After all, she had the perfect plan to be famous again. To reunite with Light and her parents again.

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16 Feburary, 2011

News Headline:

Model Misa Amane's dead body found bloated at the bank of river Edo in Matsudo city.