Chapter Text
The world consists of firsts and lasts.
Homura first learns of Madoka on Friday, the twenty fifth of March when she transfers into her class. Madoka quickly becoming her closest friend, her inspiration, her only light. Madoka is Homura’s world; briefly, until disaster strikes as the clock ticks ever onwards. Walpurgisnacht descends upon Mikitaka. Homura meets Madoka, one final time, while she breathes her dying breath. She makes a wish to return. Losing a part of herself, she turns her shield for the first time beckoning the world, returning to a time before the end of her world. The time of her favorite first. A time she would sacrifice everything to save.
The world responds, it collapses as the clock ticks back once. Her world is back. Madoka is back. Everything can be different. Madoka is her light once again. She tells her everything. Walpurgisnacht descends killing Madoka. Her shield turns.
The world collapses as the clock ticks back once. Madoka gives into despair laying by her. Her shield turns.
The world collapses as the clock ticks back once. Madoka is shot clean through her soul. Her shield turns.
Madokq becomes a witch. Her shield turns.
Madoka sacrifices herself. Her shield turns.
Madoka stays unaware. Her shield still turns.
Madoka still dies!
The world collapses over, and over, and over, and over again as the clock ticks back once; eighty four times. Homura persists in this changing cycle of firsts and lasts she begged the world to create. After all, she would willingly sacrifice everything for a world with Madoka. Her shield turns, then Homura holds it still while the world collapses around her. Traveling further back than the time she cradles dearly in her arms. A distant first, a time older than she can still clearly remember.
The world collapses, the clock ticks back twice. The world’s twists and turns; bending once more at her command. A chance for change comes a year prior, early in august. As she comes to her senses she finds herself staring at a ceiling, covered by cats dazed and dull to the vibrant world surrounding her.
“What, just happened?” She quietly questions to herself.