Misa retched over the sink, her shoulders heaving. She shuddered, her fingers tightening on the counter. She sank to the ground, wrapping her arms around her shaking torso. She wanted to vomit again to rid herself of the sour taste in her mouth, but her stomach refused.

It's for Light, she reminded herself as she rocked. It was all for Light. Everything was always for Light.

He had stopped touching her. Stopped kissing her. Stopped even looking at her.

She wasn't good enough. She nodded. She was never good enough. She could never be worthy of her Light. But she could try.

And so she shoved the toothbrush down her throat again.

She was not completely stupid. She had waited until night. No one would be watching the cameras. They would only fast forward to the next morning.

The sour taste came again.

"Amane-san?"

Misa whirled around, terror in her eyes.

"Ryuzaki?" she whispered.

"Amane-san, what are you doing?"

He moved forward with, was it concern?

"Amane-san," he said again more urgently.

She begins to quiver, tears forming in her eyes.

"Please…please," she begged. "Don't tell Light. Please don't tell Light."

He moved even closer to both her and the sink. And he finally understood.

"Amane-san," he began.

The tears overflowed onto her cheeks.

She had never felt more ashamed. More ugly. More despicable.

"Amane-san," he whispered, his fingers brushing her cheek. His lips followed, kissing away a tear.

"Amane-san, you are beautiful."

And she believed him when he said it.

~Author's Note~

What. What is this. I don't even. I don't know, okay? Bulimic Misa and Sensitive L? This is just. Weird. I apologize if you have a WTF moment because of it.