The Story That Will Never Be Completed

Misato Katsuragi thought that on the night the war against the Angels ended, she would party until dawn, drinking ice-cold beer and tearing down the coastal highway at 180 miles per hour with the children. But when that day finally came, facing the biting snowstorm, the eternally silent comm channel, and the hopeful eyes of the children, all she could do, supported by Kaji, was choke out words she herself didn't believe:

"We won."

The author is sick in the head, has twisted tastes, behaves erratically, lacks the ability to analyze, has no knowledge to draw on, and plagiarizes whenever stumped. If you have any special concerns, please join group 127093866.

Don't worry, my answer will absolutely make you despair in every possible way:

It's all fucking over!