You just go about your day.

You feel horrible for what happened between you and Misa, you didn't mean to shut her out of your life completely and it's not fair on her either. It was all you could think about at school, it didn't help that Misa herself didn't come; she opted to stay home to 'think'. After school, when you got home, you notice they house was unusually quiet. Looking at the clock, you realize Misa must have gone to bed already because there isn't any noise coming from downstairs. Feeling restless, you decided to check your parents bedroom. As you peek into the bedroom, you find Misa sitting next to your father's body as he lies peacefully sleeping, they must have finished having sex because Misa doesn't have any clothes on. Your heart breaks seeing them together like this, especially after the last argument.

"Takeru..." Misa notices you by the door and turns towards you, a look of guilt covered her face. She immediately gets up, grabbing a sheet and wrapping it around herself before walking over to you. "I-I'm so sorry..." she whispers meekly, but she still looks sad.

"It's fine." You say, putting your hands in your pockets to and averting your eyes away from hers.

Misa stays silent, unsure how to react, you just sigh softly under your breath and turn to go back to your own room. Just as you are about to close the door, Misa speaks again.

"Wait!" She shouts. You pause for a moment, looking back at Misa who stands awkwardly behind the bed, waiting for what comes next.

"...What?" You ask coldly, hoping to get rid of her quicker then possible.

Misa starts to tremble slightly, she looks down at her feet shyly, her expression filled with regrets. Then she lifts her head and stares right into your eyes, she takes one step forward and then another until she's standing directly in front of you. She grabs hold of your hand gently and places it on her cheek. "Don't leave yet Takeru."

Your heart races as if you've been struck by lightning; you were speechless, not knowing how to respond or react. Her soft touch made it difficult to maintain eye contact; that same sensation felt so long ago when Misa had grabbed onto your shirt when she was scared by something during recess. Misa kept holding your hands while you both stared each other deep in the eyes before finally breaking the silence.

"Takeru, I thought about it a lot..." She says softly, "...And I figured out a solution."

"You did?"

It might be your imagination, but you could saw Misa's eyes went dark, her voice got lower and darker as well. "Just leave it to me." She turns around and looks at your dad, still laying in bed asleep. "I'll fix everything."