Welcome to the first fanfic that I actually completed and was satisfied with. Please enjoy.
Disclamier: None of the Evangelion characters belong to me. But I'll get over it someday. I swear I will.
Here I was. Misato's apartment, my room, my bed, and the usual complete silence. For the first time that I could remember, it wasn't scorching hot, but a nice in-between temperature; too cold to sleep nude, too hot to sleep fully clothed. So there I lay, blanket covering me half-way, once again staring at the ceiling.
'How long have I been here?' I asked myself.
'Perhaps a year and a half,' I answered. And still, I couldn't call this a home. The only home I ever had was with mother, not a woman who worked with me. Even though I'd known her so long, I had never really known her. There was still so much she felt she had to hide from me, like her feelings for Dr. Kaji and all of her mixed feelings about working for NERV. I was tired of Misato's mistrust, Asuka's perpetual fury, I was tired of just about everything.
It was times like this that I liked to back to that time, that one time with mother… everything in my head went white. Soon enough, I saw myself and then the outline of a thin woman with short hair.
"You've done enough."
Yes, I had done enough. Mother was always right.
"You just want to rest, body and soul."
Such a good idea. I was tired, physically, mentally, spiritually, in all senses of the word.
"Just rest. You don't have to go back. You can stay here. Forever."
What a nice concept that was, to just stay here with mother eternally. That was usually the thought that lulled me to sleep, but it didn't work this time. I tried again and again, starting over from my blank white nothingness, but on the third try, I lost control.