Madoka ain't mine.


Again it came to this conclusion. Madoka contracted and turned into a witch. As I stood, watching the birth of her witch form, I vaguely wondered why I haven't turned the time back yet, as I have always done.
It was obvious what I wanted to do will never work. Incubator will always lead those magical girls- Miki-san, Tomoe-san and Sakura-san- to their demise, forcing me to try (and fail) to fight Walpurgis alone, then forcing Madoka to contract. It was-is- a wicked cycle that will continue for eternity.
Why didn't I give up?
Why don't I give up?
It was becoming a much more tantalizing prospect. If I gave up, I would turn into a witch. I wouldn't have to worry about saving Madoka anymore. Those damn incubators can happily harvest their energy to stop entropy, and the world's life will be extended for a little longer. All would be well. Tout va bien.
Already I could feel my soul gem darkening. Yes. I would accept my demise with no regrets.
What did Sakura Kyouko say? "Don't worry,Sayaka. Being alone is sad, isn't it?" or something like that.
I'm sorry Madoka, for breaking your promise.
But don't worry, Madoka. It's okay, I'll be he-


My first time writing what I hope resembles angst. Sort of inspired by Nocte of Desperatio by Chata (Yeah, that's where the title came from). Review, please?