Chapter 15. The ending. I hope you all enjoyed this mess of a story, with all it's fighting and drama. I'm definitely thinking about making a sequel, so look forward to that.

(January 21)

Kyoko sat inside the white room, staring at the wall. She knew that it was possible for her to go to jail for what she did. It wasn't a shock. But she couldn't help but feel sort of guilty about everything. Maybe it was because she missed Sayaka.

The woman took a seat across the table from Kyoko. "You ready to talk?"

Kyoko paused. Then she nodded her head slowly.

Madoka and Homura sat together in Homura's room, the latter pouring over some book.

"I still can't believe those two idiots," Homura said. Madoka laughed. "What is it?" Homura asked, calmly.

"That's just the first time I've heard you talk about them with emotion." Madoka said, smiling, as she stood, walking over to Homura and wrapping her arms around the older girl. Homura blinked.

"Madoka, you know I love you, right?"

"Yes, of course," Madoka replied, resting her head on top of Homura's. "I love you too, Homura-chan."

Homura said nothing. Then, very slowly, she whispered. "I will teach you how to fight."

Oriko and Kirika sat together in the music shop, Sayaka across from them. They spoke in low voices, before Kirika stood up, and shouted at Sayaka to hurry up and "start writing that damn letter to Kyoko already!" Sayaka chuckled, in spite of herself.

Oriko scolded Kirika. "You're such a kid."

"Oriko, I-"

"You're only one hundred and twenty one days younger, I know." She paused. "But that doesn't mean you don't act like a kid."

Sayaka stared out the window sadly, wondering about Kyoko. Was she alright, where she was? It was going to be a long five years without her.

Kyubey sat alone inside a dimly lit room, staring at the wall. "So, Homura's finally said yes to teaching her." He said, contemplating. "Hm. This should be interesting."

He leaned back in the chair, smiling distantly behind his new mask. "I wonder...what happens from here on out? Perhaps I will get involved again."

(January 31)

Kyoko walked down the hallway back to her room, with the woman, who pulled out a letter as they stopped at her door.

"I almost forgot. This was sent for you today, from Mitakihara...a girl named Sayaka Miki, I believe." Kyoko's eyes widened as she took the letter from the woman. The woman followed her into her room, sitting down in the chair across from the bed Kyoko was sitting on, pondering over the paper in wonder.

Kyoko,

How are you? Nothing much has changed on my end. I never imagined I'd be writing a letter to you- or anyone, for that matter. Now that I've started, though, I wish I had written it sooner. It's kinda funny, me doing this. I wish we had gotten a chance to talk more. But we probably wouldn't have been able to talk to each other, if we hadn't clashed first. We wouldn't have been able to understand each other, that's for sure.

Something we try to understand, no matter how much we clash or get hurt... It got me thinking. After all we did, what were we trying to understand? I think the answer's slowly been growing inside me.

I had nothing before I met you and Madoka, losing things more and more as time went on. And no matter how hard I had searched for an answer to my own problems, I found nothing. Unrest, fear loneliness, pain...and...

Enjoyment. Friendship, and the fear of losing it. You and Madoka. And within that, I started to know myself. I started to realize who I was. The streets, you, and even Akemi taught me. I can't really explain. But what I tried to understand was me, myself, and you, yourself. And each other. Kyoko, I know you. We met through that despair. And no matter how far away you are, I can still hear your voice in my heart.

We'll run into each other many times again in the streets, with that same feeling in our hearts, Kyoko.

I'll be waiting ahead for you.

-Sayaka Miki

"You're not supposed to receive any letters from anyone outside immediate family, but..." She paused. "It was given to your father, who brought it here."

"Dad did?" Kyoko asked, in shock.

The woman nodded. "She must be really important to you."

"Yeah," Kyoko said. "I...love her a lot."

Maybe things could change, after she got released. Maybe she could learn to live with her father. Maybe she could get a job. And maybe, just maybe Sayaka would be waiting for her when she got out.

Scratch that. Sayaka would be waiting for her.

Fin.