"Well, I guess I could tell you a little bit about where I grew up. "Is there anything else you want to tell me before class ends?" We'll experience all of it, together." And then, just when you think Madoka can't get any warmer, the hug ends, and once more you're face-to-face with the most beautiful smile on earth. Somehow, though you doubt this to be possible, Madoka's embrace feels even warmer now than it did only a few moments ago. ![]() I love you, Madoka, and I want to be able to experience more of this wonderful city with you." I know I said it last night, but I mean it. Your friendship is the reason that Mitakihara speaks to me, in a way that Tokyo never did. You make me feel things that I've never felt before, and you make me want to never let those feelings go. You've brought a light to my life that I didn't even know I was missing until I met you. Since meeting you, I've never felt move alive. Since meeting Madoka, your every emotion has been simultaneously in overdrive and deadened beyond the point of resuscitation. Since meeting Madoka, you have done nothing but rejoice at her friendship and suffer at her death. Since meeting Madoka, you have felt the highest highs and the lowest lows that any person has ever and can ever feel. Since meeting Madoka, you have been forced to watch her die, over and over again, as you fail to save her no matter how hard you try. "Well, I think my perception of the city is unfairly clouded by the death of my father, and my prolonged stay in the hospital that followed, but since meeting you." "Now, I believe you asked me about my thoughts on Mitakihara?" Madoka nods, and you continue. "Thank you," you whisper in Madoka's ear. But it's okay now, because we're all here for you." "I know how lucky I am to have have always had Sayaka-chan and Hitomi-chan around I can't imagine what it must have been like for you. "That's not childish at all, Homura-chan." You can tell from her voice that she wants to cry for you, but she's holding back her tears. It shouldn't surprise you at this point, but somehow it still manages to. I know, it sounds so childish, doesn't it?" Badger didn't care that I was stuck in a hospital and couldn't come out to play, and so they became the closest things I had to friends. Since I was always in and out of hospitals I never really had the chance to make friends with kids my own age. The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame. "I never really watched much television growing up, and the only movie I can recall enjoying was seeing Spirited Away with you on Sunday. You shake your head at Madoka's mention of movies and TV. "Do you have a favourite book? Movie? TV show? Do you have any hobbies, or things that you enjoyed doing when you still lived in Tokyo?" "What else?" Madoka asks, hanging on to your every word. Except, paradoxically, the person you're mourning is sitting right next to you. Madoka's face drops when you tell her your least favourite flower she doesn't say anything, but you have a pretty good idea of what she's thinking. I don't have a favourite flower, but my least favourite flower is lycoris radiata." So far so good small answers for a small question. Madoka wants to know simple things about you. "One at a time, please." Okay, good start so far. What kinds of things does she like? What are her thoughts about the city she's moved to? Does she have a favourite colour? A favourite flower?" And I'm very curious to know more about her. I'm also fourteen years old, I've lived in Mitakihara all my life, and my newest friend is hopelessly in love with me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Homura-chan. Madoka giggles, taking a sip from the water bottle before responding in kind. I'm fourteen years old, I was born and raised in the Shinagawa ward and moved to Mitakihara last year, and I'm hopelessly in love with my classmate and best friend, Kaname Madoka." Real smooth, you. "Let's start with introductions, shall we?" you ask, to which Madoka enthusiastically nods at the prospect. But you can tell her a few things all the same. ![]() You can't tell her everything she wouldn't understand. That girl cares too much about you for her own good. Madoka wants to know everything about you. Apologies to anyone who didn't get an item they wanted. Any other small tidbit about yourselfĮach of these got 2 votes, so that's what I'll go with.
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