Hi guys, I wrote a new fic. Hope you like it!
Imagine
Shinji gazed upon the endlessly filled with void room. He saw nothing. There was a nothing to be seen… But for a second he imagined… He imagined it. He felt the convolutions the resolutions and the revolutions binding the atmosphere around him. He felt the ultimate seclusion, the one that showed him his deepest fears, thoughts, ravaging memories that slaughtered his naked personality. He could see a little orange flame forming around him. He did not know why? He inspired that sparkly fire and immediately felt the combustion of his inner feelings and persona. He cringed as he felt himself being consumed by those devilish scorches of erupting fire. It hurt so much! No! - screamed Shinji in pain. Stop! I don't want this to happen. I need to feel full of myself… I need me! I need what I am… Please… His brown eyes dilated as he felt the inner inferno flooding his everything, his definition of me. Cleanse. Cleanse. Cleanse. That had to be it. He could not be experiencing any other thing. That fire was light up by him… Know he remembered… But why? What happened to him that made him do that!
Those feelings of wellness, those feelings of being content, the sheer brutality of happiness was being easily annihilated by that excruciating fire. And the burning intensified. There were not enough ashes. And he knew that the only reason for why the fire had started was only one: ashes, pure pristine grayish ashes… gray like that one color… The color that was associated with everything, the scent, the eyes, the being… Suddenly, he felt a salty taste in his lips… But the burning fire had already turned that salty liquid in pristine crystalline salt. And his face was being sculpted by a white river of salt… There was nothing he could do… Only watch his memories being burned… For some seconds he thought he would be able to overcome that situation, however, that burning desire was corrupting all of his being. No real wills were being left, nothing to desire, nothing to believe, anything to be, the insane feeling of emptiness… The hypocritical value of being nothing, the valuable hindsight that he had become completely void… Shinji was starting to really feel what true isolation was.
"It seems like my unconsciousness is being sharpened arbitrarily
When my eyes open to a formless sense under the bed
I don't have a heart or alike
But only a violence to destroy just about everything
If you say I can't even choose the season to vanish quietly"
Imagine... If at least he would come back.
So, what do you guys think? Should I keep this story?