Angel, angel
Dont take your life tonight
I know they take
And that they take in turn
And they give you nothing real
For yourself in return
But when theyve used you
And theyve broken you
And theyve wasted all your money
And cast your shell aside
And when theyve bought you
And theyve sold you
And theyve billed you for the pleasure
And theyve made your parents cry
I will be here
Oh, believe me
I will be here
...believe me
Angel, dont take your life
Some people have got no pride
They do not understand
The urgency of life
But I love you more than life
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Her chest felt weighted down and the heavy make up around her wide, blue eyes was slightly smudged from the tears that threatened to leak out. Her small hands clenched at the sides of her black dress as she let her gaze fall over the city. A small, sad smile graced her scarlet covered mouth because she knew that she was their unknown fallen queen.
Misa let a soft sob escape her lips when she though back to that phone call; Matsuda's normally peppy voice was monotone and grey sounding when he told her of Light's confession and death. The heavy plastic phone fell to the tiled floor with a loud clatter and she covered her mouth with a finely manicured hand, stifling a pained scream.
Her high-heeled boots were planted firmly on the edge of the tall, sky-scraper. She let a frustrated howl leave her tiny body; Light lied to her!
He said that he would love her till he died, but his constant promises of Valentine mornings had grown to a tired babble just to keep her happy. Yes, Misa knew that her fallen king, her Light had been unfaithful during their relationship; he had slept with Takada and L to gain their trust, but Misa always told herself he was only doing that to rid the way for them. For their happiness.
The girl of twenty-eight let one foot dangle over the edge of the building, a dangerous position for anyone if a strong wind came, and stopped. Her hands balled into fists and she took her foot back, placing it down on the concrete slab.
She cocked her head to one side, her blonde hair draped over her black and white covered shoulders; a small grin settled on her mouth as she stepped back over the rail separating the roof end ledge.
She would think for herself.
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I'd like to think that Misa didn't kill herself...even if it was pretty apparent that she did.
