A/N: Written for Zoey from PokeWrite as a late birthday present. Enjoy!
A Promise Written in the Sky
Homura stared at the sky.
It was the same as it always was: blaringly bright as though it could blind the world's inhabitants and none of them would realise what a wretched world it really was.
But she made a promise, so she couldn't go on a rampage and crush that ugly pretending world into dust. She couldn't – because then the one beautiful, pure thing still left in it would crumble as well.
Madoka…
How many times had it been now? Too many. Still, she'd failed. Still, she'd started over and come back to this, untouched, point.
And so it'll start again…
Homura stared at the sky. It was the first day. Before those events went into motion again.
One day…I will save you Madoka. I promised.
And then it wouldn't matter how ugly, how wretched, the world really was. Because Madoka was all Homura needed in it.