Just a little one shot for Homura. Poor Homu, she tries so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter.

"Madoka... Do you remember me?"

Homura and Madoka were in a park sitting on a bench together. Homura had stopped Madoka after school to ask her to go to the park because she had an important question to ask her.

Sayaka, who walked out of the school next to Madoka, said that Madoka was too "busy", and Madoka was a little hesitant at first because of the dark clouds in the sky that threatened to send down rain.

Homura didn't say anything, instead she turned around and was about to walk away when Madoka grabbed her arm. She felt a little bad for rejecting Homura, so she said "Okay, but only for a few minutes. I didn't bring my umbrella today."

Sayaka protested a couple more times, but she gave up and decided to see what Kyoko was doing.

Homura didn't know why she kept asking Madoka that same question in every timeline. She knew that the answer she would get wouldn't be the one that she so dearly hoped for.

"We met last week, didn't we?"

"I don't think so... were you a friend I had when I was younger?"

"I'm sorry, Homura, but I don't know you that well."

"No.. I think I would remember someone like you, Homura."

Every answer may have been different, but it was still the response that Homura had hoped and prayed wouldn't come out of Madoka Kaname's mouth.

Homura knew that she would never remember her. She knew the answer that she would get before it was said.

So why does she keep doing it?

Is it because she has hope that one day she'll hear "Yes"?

That she would be able to smile and hug her and say "I'm so happy. You finally remember me. You finally understand."

She doesn't want to keep doing this. She doesn't want to have Madoka know everything that has happened, only for her to restart the timeline and have a clean slate again.

It was just so tiring.

Homura stopped getting frustrated a long time ago. She knew that there was no point in getting angry, because it wasn't Madoka's fault. It was her own fault.

She's the one who keeps asking the question, she's the one who keeps restarting the timeline because she can't accept the death of her only friend, and she's the one who had wished for this cursed power in the first place.

But, despite all that, she doesn't stop.

She can't bring herself to stop.

"Yeah, of course I do!"

Widening her eyes, Homura whispered "Y-you do?"

Smiling, Madoka said "Yes! You're the new transfer student we got last week!"

Feeling her heart shatter in a million pieces, Homura said "I am."

Madoka held her palm up, and said "I'd better get going, Homura. It's starting to rain. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Homura didn't know how long she had sat there on the bench.

She didn't want to move.

She just sat there in the pouring rain, staring at Madoka's empty seat, and wondered what she did to deserve such a painful timeline.

She couldn't tell the difference between the rain and her own tears anymore.

Haha this was a little bit depressing, sorry.