Memories.l
I remember a lot of things. So many things. I hate some of them, but others I love. Soft wings, white skin, pink eyes. All of it. I love him. Down to his supple, pale feet.
He would swing his hips and enjoy music, when I knew him. He really, really liked music. That's how I met him, even. Humming Ode to Joy.
Humming that song I hate. Because it's gone, like all of him. Down to his supple, pale feet, up to his white-silver hair, no matter what part you look for, I'll bet you that you can't find it, because he's gone. All gone. Zip. Zap. Zilch.
I hate the way things happen like that. Perfection one day, living hell the next.
He smelled like the sea. I remember that, too.
When I pray at his grave, I leave forget-me-nots, roses….. so many things have blessed that small patch of dirt.
There are too many graves, now. Too many to visit. He is the only one who is remembered. I mean, I sometimes put a few daisies on Asuka's grave, when I remember. It isn't a very good gave; I'd never made one before when she died.
I'm so alone.
It's an empty world. No one is left. I'm haunted. I can't remember much, anymore. I think I met Kaworu because I was some sort of fighter.
I remember hitting my head – hard – during… the… I want to call it the third impact. The third time I hit my head, or something? I'm not exactly sure.
I'm not sure of many things these days.
Did there used to be other people? Or was I always the only one, and those graves merely fanciful mounds of dirt?
No, because I remember digging the one for the redheaded girl, when she died, died to leave me utterly alone on this pathetic excuse for a planet. She died, and… well, I didn't really bury her, now that I think of it. Or, I don't think I did, anyway.
I tossed her to the sea of blood. It swallowed her up.
I hope I never see her again. I've seen too many people unearthed, I don't want to see one that I know. Dead. There are too many dead people.
Around six billion, I'd expect.
Too many people who aren't people anymore.
So alone, surrounded by these corpses.
I think Kaworu betrayed me, somehow.
I remember loving him, though. Loving him anyhow.
I killed him. Maybe if I hadn't, I wouldn't be so alone.
I think he would be here, then, maybe, but living forever. And as alone as me. But longer.
I think I look forward to death. I know what it's like; I saw the world die, that day when I was alone at last. Alone forever. Lonely. Alone.
Death is something I can easily remember. There's almost as many as births.
Except… One less, I suppose.
Me.
I wish I wasn't so alone. Maybe it would be better – or would it be worse? If I didn't remember people.
Memories
I remember a lot of things.
So many things. I hate some of them, but others I love.
Too bad everything I love is gone.
All that's left is hate.
A lot of hate.
I can't wait to die….
I remember a lot of things. So many things. I hate some of them, but others I love. Soft wings, white skin, pink eyes. All of it. I love him. Down to his supple, pale feet.
He would swing his hips and enjoy music, when I knew him. He really, really liked music. That's how I met him, even. Humming Ode to Joy.
Humming that song I hate. Because it's gone, like all of him. Down to his supple, pale feet, up to his white-silver hair, no matter what part you look for, I'll bet you that you can't find it, because he's gone. All gone. Zip. Zap. Zilch.
I hate the way things happen like that. Perfection one day, living hell the next.
He smelled like the sea. I remember that, too.
When I pray at his grave, I leave forget-me-nots, roses….. so many things have blessed that small patch of dirt.
There are too many graves, now. Too many to visit. He is the only one who is remembered. I mean, I sometimes put a few daisies on Asuka's grave, when I remember. It isn't a very good gave; I'd never made one before when she died.
I'm so alone.
It's an empty world. No one is left. I'm haunted. I can't remember much, anymore. I think I met Kaworu because I was some sort of fighter.
I remember hitting my head – hard – during… the… I want to call it the third impact. The third time I hit my head, or something? I'm not exactly sure.
I'm not sure of many things these days.
Did there used to be other people? Or was I always the only one, and those graves merely fanciful mounds of dirt?
No, because I remember digging the one for the redheaded girl, when she died, died to leave me utterly alone on this pathetic excuse for a planet. She died, and… well, I didn't really bury her, now that I think of it. Or, I don't think I did, anyway.
I tossed her to the sea of blood. It swallowed her up.
I hope I never see her again. I've seen too many people unearthed, I don't want to see one that I know. Dead. There are too many dead people.
Around six billion, I'd expect.
Too many people who aren't people anymore.
So alone, surrounded by these corpses.
I think Kaworu betrayed me, somehow.
I remember loving him, though. Loving him anyhow.
I killed him. Maybe if I hadn't, I wouldn't be so alone.
I think he would be here, then, maybe, but living forever. And as alone as me. But longer.
I think I look forward to death. I know what it's like; I saw the world die, that day when I was alone at last. Alone forever. Lonely. Alone.
Death is something I can easily remember. There's almost as many as births.
Except… One less, I suppose.
Me.
I wish I wasn't so alone. Maybe it would be better – or would it be worse? If I didn't remember people.
Memories
I remember a lot of things.
So many things. I hate some of them, but others I love.
Too bad everything I love is gone.
All that's left is hate.
A lot of hate.
I can't wait to die….