should you open this letter...
for you, it may have been a short time. a couple of years, at most. for me, it’s already been a millennia. that’s because we live in different worlds, now. you’re wondering who i am, right? that does not matter much, any longer. i am neither “miki sayaka” or “akemi homura.” i am simply, me.
you looked after me for a long time, did you not?
it’s alright. because of everyone, i was able to move on.
truthfully, i appreciate everything you did for me and everyone else. you were the reason kaname madoka could live happily, even if the others tried to ruin it. i hope you are resting now, even though i know your job is never ending. you will stay here until the universe gives out, and perhaps even after. i wonder, are you afraid of it ending?
i am not anymore. i have died so many times now, did you know? it is odd. death is like looking into a deep abyss– but then, i am pulled back again. i suppose you could say, i have also earned a tiresome “job.” even though i am a demon, not a goddess.
don’t worry, it’s not exactly what you think.
you see – the being who i created through my magic, it did hurt them. for years on end. but tomoe-san found a loophole, and madoka… kaname-san was able to fix it.
i am now it, and it is me. we are one now, and thus i must remain as that; a demon. but, i remember everything.
i know my little sister is somewhere, as the concept of hope, back at my home. i know tomoe-san is tied to her, but–
this is my last request, because i am never coming home.
…perhaps a littlle, but that is not it.
im happy kaname-san and tomoe-san, and sakura-san– they can all be happy. i know tomoe-san is after me, but wherever she ends up when her own job is over, i know it will be with kaname-san. as for sakura-san, i must have truly loved her, but she will be fine without me.
i must continue on my journey now. i will keep fighting. maybe i will find other happiness here, where i am. i have already bonded with a few people. and perhaps, i will find someone else to love too.
i don’t want back my past.
i know who i am now, and i can never go back again.
my parents will never come back. not my biological parents, not my adoptive parents. not madoka, not mami, not kyoko all those times with the quartet… i will hold them dear until the end. and because of that, i can move on now.
what a mess… i caused everyone problems until the end.
if you find a way to get to the world i am in now…
i’d love to see you again.
but if not, then this is goodbye.
thank you for everything. i will keep you close to my heart, too.
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Homura gives a soft sigh as she finishes reading the letter, setting it down on the desk before her after a moment. Her brow furrows, arms crossing over her chest as she looks down on it. It had… Certainly been some time, from an objective standpoint. But… this was welcome. The girl that had been both Akemi Homura and Miki Sayaka… She had been one she’d thought of quite a bit, as of late.
The Goddess looks down on the letter for a moment longer, before finally reaching for an extravagant-looking ballpoint pen, pulling a sheet of paper towards her, and getting to work, herself. She keeps at this for some time, only stopping to sip from a cup of tea at her side… And, eventually, sets the pen down, folding the paper after a moment to look over what she’d written. Finally, she’s enclosing it in an envelope, sealing it with her symbol- much like the old image of her Soul Gem, something this woman would certainly recognize- and holding it for a moment longer.
“Even now, these moments of goodbye are difficult… But I am glad a semblance of peace has found her, demon or not. She deserves it.”
Hands gloved in white trace along the edges of the envelope, a soft sniffle escaping her, as the Goddess ponders everything that had happened in the years since… Before finally sighing, and sending the letter off through the void between universes. It would find her, eventually; she was certain of it. And with that done, her attention shifts to other matters…
