"What are you wishing for, Shinji?" Kaworu asks, his voice soft yet...tired. "What is that you want?" What is it that you wish for? Shinji stays quiet, staring at the sky above. The moon was nothing like how he imagined it to be when he woke up. The ocean-if you could call it that- smelled like blood. He could almost taste it from where he was lying at. Shinji was emotionless, as if he had nothing to receive and give. As if- What is that you wish from me? Please I can't bear to see you like this "Nothing" ____ A collection of stories following the many different lives of Shinji and Kaworu.All Rights Reserved