[Xunsi]May Be a Dream

Gaining everything in a dream and losing everything in a dream is just a moment.

In the dark corridor with no end in sight, in front of one window after another where he could not see the outside, and in front of one ward with locked doors after another, Shinji walked forward in a daze.

Sadness seemed to condense in the eye sockets and refused to fall, and the chaotic thoughts created a hole in the heart.

Outside, there may be what you want.

What you want, you get it in the moment you open your eyes, but slip away in the moment you close your eyes.

In this gap between dream and dream, maybe dream and reality, or maybe reality and reality, he moved forward alone, not knowing where he was going, but he believed what Ayanami said, someone was waiting for him.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep...

It's the sound of an electrocardiograph.

Shinji stopped, looked up and followed the source of the sound. Among the endless wards, there was a ward with lights on, and a label on the door plate. The patient's name: Soryu Asuka Langley.

"Asuka, is it?" He walked slowly towards the ward, opened the door, and walked in.

The sound of the electrocardiograph continued to grow, and as soon as he opened the door, his eyes couldn't help but focus on Asuka who was sleeping paralyzed on the hospital bed.

The bright girl is like a puppet discarded on the bed, her brown hair is disheveled, her limbs are spread wide, the patient uniform only covers her lower body, and the skirt is opened wide, revealing her snow-white upper body full of instruments.

His body began to tremble, his legs seemed to be immersed in ice water, and he almost lost consciousness. He staggered to the hospital bed and stared down at Asuka's numb face.

The lips parted slightly, the eyes did not move, Shinji's figure was reflected in Baolan's pupils, just like that, the two looked at each other, and Shinji knew that Asuka was "not" looking at him.

The girl's delicate body is no longer a place for him to escape, his eyes no longer chase the girl's figure, but the girl is still the object he hopes to snuggle at the moment.

Probably because they look alike.

He sat on the ground, hugged his legs, and murmured to Asuka on the hospital bed: "Get up, get up." The voice of the electrocardiograph still responded to him, and the girl's pupils turned back to the snow-white ceiling.

After a while, he said again: "I have no way to respond to you... It's no use hitting me or scolding me. I can only say, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to you that time. "

It's like a child playing, bumping, fighting, getting hurt, and has no choice but to say sorry.

"Get up, get up!" Suddenly, Shinji stood up suddenly, stretched out his hands and grabbed Asuka's slender neck fiercely, and gradually closed his ten fingers.

Anger is like a fire dragon bursting out of the black hole in the heart, breaking through the emotional defenses.

The other party's face turned red, and he didn't stop, just shaking the girl like this and shouting: "Why do you have to accompany you to suffer! Don't you know that people will feel uncomfortable seeing you like this?! you are so cunning

Sly, usually bluffing, pretentious, always spoiling other people's minds, guessing others makes you happy.Now you feel unhappy and in pain, just use silence to vent your anger.madman!madman! " Shinji hissed recklessly.

call.

Feeling the girl trembling, her body convulsed and stiff, her eyes began to turn white, and the wires of the instrument on her body rattled, Shinji gasped, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock. Looking at the palm of his hand, he said coldly: "Only EVA

Is that the kind of monster that gets your attention?It is Miss Misato and I who live with you! "

Covering his face with his hands, Shinji's voice became crying: "Does someone have to need you to survive? Must there be liking, love or something to survive? If so, wake up! At least ,

Only by living can you find such a person. "This is what Kaoru taught him, the way to live.

The boy knelt in front of the hospital bed with red eyes, his head resting against the edge of the bed, staring intently at the girl's bruised neck. After an unknown amount of time, he murmured, "I'm sorry."

"Are you an idiot... It's disgusting."

A voice so hoarse that it was almost out of tune squeezed out from the girl's traumatized throat.