I am bad at omake-making when there aren't much information to go on and I have no idea what the cross is or who those people are because of reasons. Anyways, I present you, W, an omake.
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The park had a relaxing atmosphere to it and you couldn't help yourself from closing your eyes, ingesting the peacefulness that your mind lacked in the previous days. It was difficult, not knowing what to say and not knowing what you think, your mind making suggestions, your body executing as you willed. As you inhaled the fresh air, you heard slow footsteps, the giggling of a man, a woman, and a son.
He looked up, hands outstretched as his father lifted him up and spun him around with a large smile, his mother gazing at them both with a smile on her face, laughing gently. As his father held him close to his chest, he laced his small arms to his father's neck, embracing him. They spun around again, the sun slowly disappearing as clouds covered the light. It rained and his father ran.
"Father, where is mother?" The kid questioned, gripping at his father's shirt as he sprinted away.
His father spoke, but the thunder overshadowed his words. The kid stared at his father's face and he was confused. Why was father crying?
His father stumbled and the kid fell. His father was on the ground, but he was still falling. The kid stretched out both his hands, no words escaping his lips as he expected his father to catch him.
Still, as the inky darkness consumed his body, his hands were still outstretched. Any time now, he thought, Father will always catch me.
Now, as he descended, the kid no longer knew whether his eyes were closed or not. He brought his hands towards his face. The kid cried and he folded his arms and knees to his chest. He--
"Shinji." You opened your eyes, tears flowing down your cheeks. You saw him. The father, your father, put his hands on your shoulders, gently shaking you. "Shinji, are you alright?"
And then, you smiled.
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crappy omake sorry bye