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Her long black hair swept through the wind as she sat on a bench in thought. Homura stared right into the sun, hoping to discern the face of her beloved. She knew that Madoka truly did stare back, but it was all too hard to believe when all that she saw was a river, grass, and leaves in the wind. It’s not like she could hear her voice either, for all the sound was the rushing of water, the rustling of leaves, and the chatter of people passing by. But she truly was there, just too far to see.
Without Madoka, she felt shackled to the Earth, and her God, Madoka, is the only one who can free her. Homura shook her head, why would she ever think that someone as weak as her deserved the grace of someone as wonderful as Madoka.
She closed her eyes tightly, sorting through her memories of Madoka, for the only thing worse than this fate was forgetting Her. Tears began to stream from her eyes from the sting of staring at the sun, and her immense grief. One single word fell onto deaf ears, teary, shaky, and full of love; “Madoka…”.
Homura took the ribbon from her hair, opening her eyes to treasure it. She held it close to her, wishing that the previous owner of the ribbon existed again. What was she going to do now? Her sole reason for being is gone, and she is in an even more pathetic state than ever before.