Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I don't own Evangelion. If I did, End of Evangelion wouldn't have been what it was. (That wasn't quite an insult.)

(Misato Katsuragi's POV)

I cup Shinji's sad face in my hands. What was he doing, what did he really want? He was only fourteen, but he's been through so much. He even had to kill the only friend who made him happy. It didn't matter to him if that friend was really the seventeenth angel. He still hated having to kill Kaoru. I felt sorry for Shinji, but I acted like I didn't care.

I was mean and demanding to Shinji a lot, never understanding his feelings, never seeing what he wanted. I probably seemed too uncaring and insensitive to him, but then he would be wrong. I really cared for him, but after what happened with my father and Kaji, I wasn't willing to accept the touch of another again.

I regret a lot of the things I did. I wanted to make it all up to Shinji. I step up closer to him and place my lips over his. Soon I reluctantly pull my lips away. I meant that kiss with all possible sincerity.

"That was a grown-up kiss," I tell Shinji. "I'll show you the rest when you get back."

God, what was I thinking, making a promise like that? I couldn't keep it. My wound was fatal, and I didn't know if Shinji was going to make it through all this. I guess that if he was really going to die, I at least wanted him to experience some "grown-up excitement" first.

I remove my cross necklace and put it into his hands. I wanted him to have something to remember me by, and the cross necklace was the best I had. I tell him to keep going as I push him into the elevator. He reluctantly goes into it, leaving me all alone.

I hear the elevator beginning to descend as I slide down the wall to my knees. I felt so weak from all the blood loss. I was going to die here and now, with my heart so full of regret. I wanted to stay by Shinji's side, to be with him when the world came to its end.

Shinji, please live. You're not as worthless as you think you are. There are those that love and care for you. Shinji, please don't die. I can't handle any more deaths. Please Shinji, continue to live…for me.

"Shinji, my love…" I whisper as I fall down to the floor. I finally allow myself to be consumed by the eternal darkness of death.

Sayonara, Shinji Ikari, Third Child.

Translations:
Nur Für Eine Liebe Warte Ich: Only for a loved one, I am waiting
Sayonara: Good-bye