The idea that Madoka could ever have liked her as more than a friend...it felt impossible too, like Madoka had thought for herself. There had been a glimmer of hope there, but it was like the light of distant star in the night sky, something so unimaginably far away that it would only shed the tiniest amount of light in all its days. But now that light...it's suddenly the light of the morning, bathing the world all around her.
If it were just a mirage, a hallucination, to disappear as quickly as it came, Homura would have no trouble accepting that as reality. But the Madoka whose hands she holds at this very moment is warm, and solid. She gives a light squeeze with her quivering hands to be sure, dumbstruck by her blushing friend in front of her. All she can manage to say is her name.] Madoka...
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The idea that Madoka could ever have liked her as more than a friend...it felt impossible too, like Madoka had thought for herself. There had been a glimmer of hope there, but it was like the light of distant star in the night sky, something so unimaginably far away that it would only shed the tiniest amount of light in all its days. But now that light...it's suddenly the light of the morning, bathing the world all around her.
If it were just a mirage, a hallucination, to disappear as quickly as it came, Homura would have no trouble accepting that as reality. But the Madoka whose hands she holds at this very moment is warm, and solid. She gives a light squeeze with her quivering hands to be sure, dumbstruck by her blushing friend in front of her. All she can manage to say is her name.] Madoka...