October 18h.

Shinji knew this day would come around, eventually. The death of his mother, Yui.

Misato left somewhere, which gave Shinji at least a glimpse of solitude; a moment he could take to himself. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands folded and his head down, he simply soaks up the deafening silence like a sponge; devoid of life and feeling.

Shinji sighed, wearily. Shutting his eyes, he pretended his mother was beside him, comforting him.