#85 Let Go
Her life in her own hands.
Her own hands which were already slipping on the cold metal raining to which she clung. Her eyes, once so bright, dead and dark, staring, not down at the earth, but into the sky.
At the sun. The little birds in silhouette, flying across before her.
Why hadn't he taken her with him? That would have been fairness, if he'd wrote her name down. At least then she would be with him.
But no, he'd made his choice and that choice had been Takada. Kira's chosen goddess.
Misa Amane? Who was she? A silly girl who wasted her life on a man who didn't love her. A girl with no family left to comfort her. A girl who belonged to no-one, because no-one wanted her.
At least she'd leave a beautiful corpse. She'd made sure of that, she'd dressed herself up as beautifully as she knew how.
It hadn't occurred to her what a body dropped from so high would look like when it hit the ground.
It was so cold, up here. The railing was like ice under her fingertips.
It was all so, so far away, tiny little figures wandering back and fourth below her, with their little bundles of numbers.
Her hands loosened, it would be so, so easy. She wouldn't even feel it, right? She'd be gone before she hit the pavement.
Before her brains were smeared across the stone and she was nothing more than blood and shattered bone coated in black lace.
Just…
Her hands released. Her body swayed forwards and down.
Her hair trailed behind her like a yellow bridal veil.
Hands grasped hers.
Her head jerked up in shock and horror.
A woman smiled down at her. A Beautiful woman with bright golden eyes and long white hair.
Ribbons and frills decorated her pearly locks, pale lavender tinting her whiteness. She wore a gown of gold, and resting on her back, looking as natural as anything in the world, there were golden wings.
Misa said nothing. The wind took her breath.
The woman spoke. "Misa."
Her eyes widened.
"An angel?" She whispered.
The creature shook her head. "I have not yet earned my place as an angel… you may call me a timekeeper. Your time is not yet neigh."
Misa blinked back tears.
"I'm giving you the choice Misa Amane. You may still go home, and though it will hurt, eventually, it will go away. Or you can let go, and accept your fate in mu." Those golden eyes flickered. "I assure you from experience, forever in nothingness is far worse than hell could ever be."
Misa's hands tightened.
"Make your choice Misa."
The girl choked. "There's nothing for me down there."
The timekeeper shook her golden head. "That is not so, there is always something. You will see, if you choose to live. That much I promise you."
Misa's eyes clenched shut.
"Don't let go." She squeaked.
A moment later and she found herself on her knees on the rooftop, as if she had never been anywhere else.
The ground around her was covered in something gold, which wasn't rust, as wasn't dust.
Slowly, she scooped up a handful, walked to the stairwell, and began her decent back into the real world.