Post by Neal Cassidy on Apr 19, 2016 8:30:14 GMT 1
Ever since that reunion with his mother Neal had felt emotions resurface that he was struggling to get rid of or stop himself feeling so strongly. All Neal had ever wanted since he was 5 was his mother, but, now that he had her back, all he could think about was the pain that she left him with that night she left.
Being back in his room at Granny's, Neal remembered something that he'd been keeping since he was a kid. Heading to his wardrobe in his room at Granny's, Neal pulled out his old childhood box. A box that he kept through his life in the foster system, with all the memorabilia that he had collected over the years as limited as they were.
Neal sat down on the floor as he pulled the box towards him. Seeing the artifacts brought back his memories from that life. Seeing a picture of him and Ingrid made him smile softly, the closest thing to a mother he'd ever known, and, the only foster parent who'd actually cared about him. At least he knew she was here in Storybrooke.
After emptying the other few artifacts he had, Neal spotted the pile of things he'd actually kept from back in the Forest. Including the picture of his mother that he'd had since that night on the Jolly Roger, and, also the letters he'd written his mother for years until his papa had told him the truth. And, the ones he wrote while in the system, but, was never able to send.
Neal sighed softly before he placed everything back into the box, and, decided he needed to actually show them to his mother. Let her understand just how much she hurt him, and, made him feel just as disposable as all of those foster parents in his life.
Keeping the box in his hands, Neal made his way downstairs to find out what room his mother was staying in, before making his way up to that room. Which wasn't actually that far from his. Not that it mattered.
Reaching his mother's room, Neal sighed softly before placing his box into one hand. Sighing softly, he was convincing himself he had to do this, before knocking on the door with the other one, wondering if his mother was inside the room.
Being back in his room at Granny's, Neal remembered something that he'd been keeping since he was a kid. Heading to his wardrobe in his room at Granny's, Neal pulled out his old childhood box. A box that he kept through his life in the foster system, with all the memorabilia that he had collected over the years as limited as they were.
Neal sat down on the floor as he pulled the box towards him. Seeing the artifacts brought back his memories from that life. Seeing a picture of him and Ingrid made him smile softly, the closest thing to a mother he'd ever known, and, the only foster parent who'd actually cared about him. At least he knew she was here in Storybrooke.
After emptying the other few artifacts he had, Neal spotted the pile of things he'd actually kept from back in the Forest. Including the picture of his mother that he'd had since that night on the Jolly Roger, and, also the letters he'd written his mother for years until his papa had told him the truth. And, the ones he wrote while in the system, but, was never able to send.
Neal sighed softly before he placed everything back into the box, and, decided he needed to actually show them to his mother. Let her understand just how much she hurt him, and, made him feel just as disposable as all of those foster parents in his life.
Keeping the box in his hands, Neal made his way downstairs to find out what room his mother was staying in, before making his way up to that room. Which wasn't actually that far from his. Not that it mattered.
Reaching his mother's room, Neal sighed softly before placing his box into one hand. Sighing softly, he was convincing himself he had to do this, before knocking on the door with the other one, wondering if his mother was inside the room.