Hey, guys!
I'm gonna put this story on hold for a few weeks so I can get my act together.
Don't worry about me, it's just I've been very low strung if you catch my drift.
But, I'm gonna leave ya with a little teaser.
The commander griped the pistol tightly, the barrel pressed to his forehead, fingers crossed to the trigger intended to the life of its holder to be smited. The sounds of his heartbeat blaring into his eardrums like the incessant ticking of a million clocks
Gendo abruptly throws the gun to floors, holding his sweatridden face into his hands. His hair disheveled, his pale sweaty face with bloodshot eyes scrunched in an infuriating amount of mixed thoughts and feeling.
The warm and cold visage of Yui appears to him, clad in gaunt white rags crouched down to her husband. He looks at her with those bloodshot eyes saying nothing in his ever growing exasperation. That's all that happen in what felt like forever, they just stared like a deer caught in the headlights of a rampaging car.
Gendo panted as he looked at her, as if begging her to say something, say anything. Just. Say. Anything.
She only muttered.
"How disgusting."