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The shore held a placid feeling in the waves it brought forward. My mind rambled with explanations, but they were all fake, I at least learned that much.

I looked to the left, the sand moving like dirt instead of sand, but still so warm, like a hot bath.

"So...your here too", my cracked and busted lips burst with the flavor of pain as I spoke.

Her head fell to the side in response, sending small bits of sand to fly an ever so small distance, why you?, she seemed to speak without speaking at all, but her eyes, oh god her eyes held the meaning.

I stood, sand falling from the flaps in my shirt, the warmth leaving me almost immediately, stranding me alone in the cold.

I started to walk towards her, I couldn't stand to be looked at that way, with those eyes on me I wouldn't be able to walk.

Her eyes shifted themselves, from hate to fear in the blink in the eye, I felt sick, because I was liking the fear in her eyes.

I finally reached her, her eyes ablaze, like a beat dog, skittish to no end, the good feeling left me a little, but I wasn't done, it might never be done.

I put my leg to the other side of her body and sat down on top of her, I had to finish it, she tried to squirm out, but she couldn't, her body was too broken to make it out.

It seemed like she was trying to scream, most likely for help.

Kaji!Misato!...Momma...

But there was no one here, they were gone, everyone had been formed into the sea in front of us, the sea that held the blood of the gods.

I wrapped my trembling fingers around her throat, a small gah sound coming from her torn lips as I enclosed my hand as tightly as I could around her neck, it wasn't hard you know, her neck was smaller than mine was.

I started thrashing her head into the sand, sending fistfuls of sand all around our...my beach.

A few tears managed to escape her swollen eyes, I started choking her with one hand, letting my other rest in the sand, drawing little circles in it, though they quickly reformed themselves into the pitch-perfect identity that it held so preciously.

Her arms began thrashing, beating against the sand, begging for help.

Her tongue began to spill out of her mouth, like a cat that smelled something weird.

Like a train that was slowly being pulled to a stop, she began to move less and less, krc krak kch and other similar sounds poured from her neck.

I did it, and it felt so fucking good.