-Chapter 3-
The air was cool and crisp when I stepped out of the NERV complex. The wind played lightly with my blue hair and rustled the edges of my gray school uniform skirt. It was night. Cold, dark, and windy. I placed my schoolbag onto the ground and slipped on my white, down jacket, pulling its collar close around my neck. Without a second look at the buildings behind me, I stepped out onto the dark street, slowly making my way back to my apartment.
All around me, stores closed up, hanging up their signs and turning out the lights. Rooms emptied quickly. Mankind fears darkness. It always has. Mankind creates its world from light, for life is not measured in time but in the brilliance of our actions. I cannot help but notice that few lives produce so much as a spark. Not so much as an dying ember before it is gone.
I continued walking down the deserted street, occasionally looking up at the vast and starless sky. Loneliness is the only life I have known.
The door closed behind me with the sound of wind. I stood in the darkness of my quiet apartment room. Nearby, a flowing curtain danced and twirled to the music of the night. It waved to me, calling me come and see the wonders of the world.
I casually walked to the window and threw open the curtains, allowing the light from the distant buildings to flood my eyes. I looked at my reflection, superimposed upon the dusky city, and saw myself as others saw me. My blue hair became paler in the makeshift mirror, hazy and faded. It was cut short, framing my face. Perhaps it was a trick of the lights or a flaw in the glass but as I looked into the mirror, a young girl peered back and at the same time a older woman with brown hair looked out at me as well.
As I looked at my wan image, I thought of an old philosopher's words: the eyes are the windows to the soul. I looked intently at my eyes and saw two Angel cores staring back. They were red. I detest red. I reached out my hand to touch the glass and my counterpart did the same. With a gentle finger I slowly traced the smooth curve of the girl's jaw line. I let my hand drop, before turning away, closing the curtain as I left.
I made my way to the kitchen without the use of lights and filled a small glass with water. I drank deeply from the cup before placing it in the sink where another half a dozen dirty cups laid in a pile. My bed was soft and unmade. The covers hung over the side and partly covered the floor. I sat down on the bed, and the springs bounced up and down for a few seconds as if weighing me. I silently pulled off my starched school uniform and placed it on the back of a nearby chair. After shaking the sheets a couple of times, I withdrew a single blue collared shirt and wrapped it around my slim body. I left it unbuttoned as I slipped underneath the covers and laid my head on my pillow.
Across the room, standing still on the table, was a small flask of water. It was lit by the moon. It was full. I fell asleep.
The air was cool and crisp when I stepped out of the NERV complex. The wind played lightly with my blue hair and rustled the edges of my gray school uniform skirt. It was night. Cold, dark, and windy. I placed my schoolbag onto the ground and slipped on my white, down jacket, pulling its collar close around my neck. Without a second look at the buildings behind me, I stepped out onto the dark street, slowly making my way back to my apartment.
All around me, stores closed up, hanging up their signs and turning out the lights. Rooms emptied quickly. Mankind fears darkness. It always has. Mankind creates its world from light, for life is not measured in time but in the brilliance of our actions. I cannot help but notice that few lives produce so much as a spark. Not so much as an dying ember before it is gone.
I continued walking down the deserted street, occasionally looking up at the vast and starless sky. Loneliness is the only life I have known.
The door closed behind me with the sound of wind. I stood in the darkness of my quiet apartment room. Nearby, a flowing curtain danced and twirled to the music of the night. It waved to me, calling me come and see the wonders of the world.
I casually walked to the window and threw open the curtains, allowing the light from the distant buildings to flood my eyes. I looked at my reflection, superimposed upon the dusky city, and saw myself as others saw me. My blue hair became paler in the makeshift mirror, hazy and faded. It was cut short, framing my face. Perhaps it was a trick of the lights or a flaw in the glass but as I looked into the mirror, a young girl peered back and at the same time a older woman with brown hair looked out at me as well.
As I looked at my wan image, I thought of an old philosopher's words: the eyes are the windows to the soul. I looked intently at my eyes and saw two Angel cores staring back. They were red. I detest red. I reached out my hand to touch the glass and my counterpart did the same. With a gentle finger I slowly traced the smooth curve of the girl's jaw line. I let my hand drop, before turning away, closing the curtain as I left.
I made my way to the kitchen without the use of lights and filled a small glass with water. I drank deeply from the cup before placing it in the sink where another half a dozen dirty cups laid in a pile. My bed was soft and unmade. The covers hung over the side and partly covered the floor. I sat down on the bed, and the springs bounced up and down for a few seconds as if weighing me. I silently pulled off my starched school uniform and placed it on the back of a nearby chair. After shaking the sheets a couple of times, I withdrew a single blue collared shirt and wrapped it around my slim body. I left it unbuttoned as I slipped underneath the covers and laid my head on my pillow.
Across the room, standing still on the table, was a small flask of water. It was lit by the moon. It was full. I fell asleep.