Dried tears bred a streamline of layered skin, colored damp through the water's presence. Said presence bathe the bottom portion of the devil's eyelids, then caved into stripes down her jawline. Such dampness wrinkled every so often, a result of biting one's lips.
With her absence of today's classes, Homura took this time to walk around the school (she also cast a spell to make her unseen by the human eye prior to this). Her once fragile figure faded through time, replaced with that of confidence and solitude. She couldn't let her depression get the better of her --she remembers what Madoka did that day --the comfort and actions that spilled warmth, hence rejuvenating Homura's mood with hope.
"...Hope." Yes, that's the word. Madoka was always full of hope when she was human and goddess... She mused to herself as she walked along, unknowing of where her legs would carry her. Such thoughts echo again, trading off into different places and topics.
In the end, she could only go back to that place: the rooftop.
The same place that she left when she had last saw her.
Her thoughts came to life like that of a fruit's sprout, allowing lavender orbs to reflect her heart's desires. It was Madoka that she had yearned for --the company of which she could feel harmonic without putting up barriers. The same kindness that had melted her heart, and pooled into a heart's molding.
"Madok--" Midway through, the devil paused her words as she saw someone next to her beloved pink haired crush --a man that she had recognized from before. He confessed to her, didn't he? And now...
'Will you go out with me?' he said.
What Homura heard in response was unlike what she expected; through the far corners of her mind and soul, she heard Madoka say 'Yes' to him.
Ignition of fire and light cast simultaneously from the spaces of the city, blowing explosions after explosions until the last of its ashes were no longer ashes. Minions of her familiars turned into beasts, blazing about through nightmarish storms and lightning, destroying the environment in front of them. They giggled --they laughed --they raged --they spat --all of the things to Homura's command.
And through the far reaches of her sanity, what was once her wish of her friends' happiness--
"Madoka.." Eyes bearing a glow of red, the devil teleports to her crush just in time to snatch her from the man's clutches.
--was now her selfish love of Madoka. To her and her alone.
Adorn in her devil's outfit, she cast her wings to wrap them both, warping them from the exterior destruction. They were in a different dimension --no longer on the same plane as the destroyed world--, of which consisted the patterns of Homura diamond gems. It was a dimension still in construction, allowing the both of them to float in this endless space.
She tightened her grip on her, draining the Goddess's power in redemption for a new world --a world that she could envision her and Madoka in.