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            disappointment laced soft whispers that fall upon deaf ears as the low hum of the television was the only answer to the girl’s inquiry. gruesome conjecture fills the otherwise silent exchange and glossed lips broke into a frown- really, there couldn’t be anything more depressing on tv. death was everywhere: in the streets, in homes — she could never understand why people willingly subjected themselves to making it their job to report such common tragedies. oh, well. human hobbies never truly made sense to her anyway- why would they start now?

           a dramatic sigh leaves her as she rolls to her back, shoulder bumping along the forearm of her partner. the blonde lolls her head to the side and blue eyes meet brown; there’s a comforting warmth that comes over her. aki had never really been one for words.. he was always the shy type- and misa loved that about him. dainty fingers reach to follow along the curves of his cheek.. the arch of his nose.. the way he looks at her, she’ll miss it dearly.

           ❛ bye bye, aki.❜  she retracts her hand and lifts herself from the bed, offering one last look down to her lover. soft lips pressed to his forehead as the blonde rolls out of the bed grabs her jacket. misa waits to get to the door before sliding on her shoes ( she’s no barnyard animal, after all! ), and waves a last goodbye to the man lain still in bed. his mouth was parted as if he wants to tell her to stay. dullen eyes tell her a similar story.. but she knows he won’t say anything. he can’t. it hurts that they all look at her with those eyes. after all..

          no one stays with a demon.

          misa leaves and is sure to lock the apartment door behind her. there lies a lingering hand to the doorknob, half-aborted, hanging there by the fingertips; if there ever were a beating heart in her body, it would be sinking right about now. every step she puts between herself and the door is just another step separating the young succubus from another lifeless body she leaves behind — another lonely tragedy that will weigh on the world soon enough. 

         she doesn’t dwell on the loss however; she never does. there’s a pep in the step of the blonde as glides down the stairs of the complex, passing through doors that lead to the streets of the city. arms stretch wide overhead and a mewl passes through parted lips; the clowds that hide away the sun provide a coolness that send shivers down her spine. 

         one block turns to two, her destination to nowhere seeming to follow- and misa hardly registers the looming presense closing in behind her.