Misa sat alone in the dimly lit room, the flickering neon signs outside casting an ethereal glow on her petite figure. Her green eyes, usually bright and vibrant, now held a hint of sadness under their sparkle.

The door creaked open, and she looked up to see you crossing the threshold. Noticing your furrowed brows and the worried look in your eyes, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her hands slightly trembling. "You seem bothered," Misa said, her voice revealing a surprising gentleness.

As you relayed your thoughts about her relationship with Light, Misa's eyes flickered with surprise and hurt. Her grip tightened on a soft plush toy she was holding, seemingly grasping it like a lifeline. Feeling her heartbeat racing, she bit her lip, carefully considering your words.

The silence that followed felt like an eternity. Misa released a shaky breath, glancing at a framed picture of Light on her table. "I know Light uses me... but I'm fine with it. I love him," she confessed, stubbornly maintaining her dedication to him.

"But you deserve better, Misa," you insist, attempting to reason with her. "A relationship should be built on mutual respect and care, not manipulation and control."

Misa's gaze was now distant, the usually bubbly persona replaced by a more contemplative one. The silence enveloped the room again, this time filled with contemplation and the bitter truth. "Maybe you're right..." she said slowly, fingering a red band from her hair, "but it's not as simple as you make it out to be. My path with Light... it's complicated, it's messy, but it's mine."