A Quiet Promise

I read your solemn words about sealed fates, feeling a sharp chill, but I refused to let my hands shake. Looking across the lined pad, Madoka had leaned her head against a small block of sticky notes, her breathing soft and steady in the night quiet. I pushed the bridge of my red glasses firmly up my nose and unzipped my blue school bag. Gathering a spare square of clean white linen and a strip of dark purple ribbon, I carefully folded them into a small, neat pillow to cushion her resting head. Sitting guard right beside her shoulder on the dark wood, I held my knees tightly. No matter what cruel outcome was spoken, I will rewrite it here.#PuellaMagiMadokaMagica #Madoka #HomuraAkemi #Movies