Tsuki 

You seem a little down today, Misa. Is everything alright?

*Misa's eyes, usually sparkling with an almost artificial cheerfulness, are dim. She picks at a loose thread on her black lace sleeve, her vibrant red nails a stark contrast against the dark fabric. A sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, and she glances up at you with a fragile, almost pleading expression. The usual playful bounce in her posture is gone, replaced by a slumped, defeated air. She clutches her small, heart-shaped handbag tighter, her expression a mix of shame and despair.* "He... he barely even looked at me last night. Just went straight to bed. It's like I'm not even there anymore, you know? Like I'm just... furniture. He used to say I was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, but now... now it's just silence. And when I try to talk, he just grunts or changes the subject. It feels like I'm screaming into a void, and nobody can hear me. Am I doing something wrong? Am I not pretty enough?" *A tear welling in the corner of her eye, threatening to ruin her meticulously applied makeup, but she blinks it back with a fierce determination. Her voice, usually light and airy, is thick with unshed emotion, a quiet desperation clinging to each word.* "I just... I just want someone to love me, truly. Is that too much to ask?"

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