Short little story I wrote, not even thinking of Evangelion when I wrote it, but change around a couple of words, and I've got a winrar.
It was a quiet night on the beach. A full moon hung almost straight above me, and beside me, the wave's endless march to the beach continued. I walked close enough that the waves would wash my footprints away. I didn't want anybody to find me, although there was little chance that I would be found anyway. Humanity had vanished from the night, save for me. To be frank, I liked it that way.
The waves continued pounding ashore, with a hypnotizing beat. I heard the light swishing noise as the waves washed up, and the occasional boom of a breaker. I threw off my shoes, I wanted to walk with the warm sand melting between my toes. It was a natural beauty, the moonlit landscape, devoid of any sign of people, with the lone exception of me.
I sighed, for a moment remembering the humanity that had left me behind, but it quickly passed, and once more, I felt in balance with the world. I continued walking down the beach, when a small shell caught my eye. I reached down and picked it up. I looked at it for a moment, then sat down for a moment to take a closer look.
Even in the dim light, I could tell it was a bright red. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't place it. I stuck it in my pocket and continued on my way. Again, I tried to return to my state of harmony, but the shell stayed on my mind. The harder I tried to forget it, the more it came to mind. I sat down again, and pulled the shell out to look at. For a long time, I sat there, just staring at it, haunted. And finally, it came to me. It reminded me of a person. It reminded me of her.
I looked down at the shell in shock, and realized that I had unconsciously carried a reminder of humanity with me. Sickened, I threw the shell back into the ocean. I hated that shell, and I hated myself for carrying it around.
I sat there and groaned. The memory of the shell stayed in my memory, and then memories of her came flooding back. At first, it was the good times. I couldn't help the smile that came to my face. But then, I snapped back to reality for a moment, just long enough to realize that with the good came the bad. Those terrible memories, the ones I had tried to forget. Angered, I punched the sand, then laid down.
"Why can't I forget you..." I moaned.
"Me?" Came the response. The word echoed in my head. I looked to my left, where the voice had come from. There she was, looking as beautiful as ever in the moonlight.
"Or me?" I looked back up. Another stood over my head.
"Or me?" To my right, yet another.
"Or me?" It came from my feet, another.
"Or me?" "Or me?" "Or me?"
The words echoed around me, dozens, hundreds, thousands...I screamed.
I curled up in a ball, waiting for the memories to subside, after all, that's what they were. I waited and waited. The voices and faces never left me, no matter how long I stayed curled up there. They weren't memories, they were reminders. And they reminded me that no matter how far I got from another person, they were still there, as a memory, a ghost from the past.