Homura was sitting in a black chair, looking at the vibrant sky. The sky showed stars of radiant colors of the universe. Suddenly, Homura's violet eyes widened. They somehow reminded her of…
A person. A person that was dear to her. A person that she loved dearly. A person that would never let go of her.
A person that made a sacrifice, so dear to her that she would never let go of her ever again.
Not ever.
Homura slowly stood up from the chair and closed her eyes. The universe was brightly glowing around her, enveloping her. She was thinking of that one person, the person that she failed to save so much. And she hated herself for doing it. So much that she couldn't keep it in anymore. She wanted to leave this world.
"Madoka…I won't let go of you ever again." Homura opened her eyes and watched her crown-shaped soul gem floating out of her hand. She started dancing with it. Her lips had a sinister smile. This was the beginning. The beginning of everything. To start anew.
You're my obsession
My fetish, my religion
My confusion, my confession
The one I want tonight
You're my obsession
The question and conclusion
You are, you are, you are
My fetish you are