Return to Normalcy. Diane Evans POV
Author: Danie
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine don't sue Rating: PG
Distribution: if u want it take it, but tell me where's it's going first =P
Summary: Diane muses over her son, after the events from all the episodes up to the Wedding
Feedback: Please? This is my first fic, so please be nice
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I'm worried about him. He knows it, his sister knows it, and they all know it. She never wants to talk about him. Doesn't she know she's my only link now?
She won't answer the simplest question about him, if he's fine, if he's in any trouble, if he needs financial support. She never wants to talk. He avoids me. He's gone to drastic measures to protect his secret. Gosh, he even changed his cell phone number for crying out loud!
It hurts to know that he doesn't think he could tell me. That he could tell so many others, others that aren't his sister, that aren't his closest friend since he could remember, but yet he still couldn't tell me.
I know we shouldn't have pushed him to this, but curiosity got the best of us. This is the thing I regret most. He warned us. He. Warned. Us. He said that he would leave if we kept asking questions, but we're his parents, we should have the right to ask why our only son was put in jail.
So I get up now, just to look at his bare room. The place where I held him why he cried, where I rocked him to sleep. The place that's long been deserted. A few books scatter, along with things he felt weren't his enough to keep. I wouldn't have minded if he took them, it would have given me peace of mid, that he wouldn't have had to buy them again. As I move to cross his room, to sit on his bed. A bed that has been cold for far to long, along with sheets that remain stretched over his bed, as clean smelling as they were, waiting to be slept upon, but probably performing a futile action.
I'm scared for him. What if he's fired, how would he support himself, how long will Michael let him stay there? I can't help but worry about him. He's always been withdrawn, quiet, often stoic at times, I can still remember when he had almost no contact with anyone other than me, Phillip, Isabel, and Michael. Now he has so many friends it's hard to keep count, and now, he doesn't talk to me. I always thought I had a mother's patience with him, never pushing him to far, except for the kitchen fire, but even after that, until now I thought that I had been patience.
I always knew he would leave, but I thought I had one more year. One more year to spoil and love him. I never counted on that year disappearing never counted on it ending this way, that he would leave and never talk to me again. He won't even speak to me. His own mother.
He can barely tolerate to be in the same room as me. His friends, sister, and girlfriend are defending him, up to the point where they all would lie for him. All I want is a simple hug, an okay when I ask how he is
I want the comfortable silence at the dinner table, I want a return to normalcy.
Author: Danie
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine don't sue Rating: PG
Distribution: if u want it take it, but tell me where's it's going first =P
Summary: Diane muses over her son, after the events from all the episodes up to the Wedding
Feedback: Please? This is my first fic, so please be nice
*^*
I'm worried about him. He knows it, his sister knows it, and they all know it. She never wants to talk about him. Doesn't she know she's my only link now?
She won't answer the simplest question about him, if he's fine, if he's in any trouble, if he needs financial support. She never wants to talk. He avoids me. He's gone to drastic measures to protect his secret. Gosh, he even changed his cell phone number for crying out loud!
It hurts to know that he doesn't think he could tell me. That he could tell so many others, others that aren't his sister, that aren't his closest friend since he could remember, but yet he still couldn't tell me.
I know we shouldn't have pushed him to this, but curiosity got the best of us. This is the thing I regret most. He warned us. He. Warned. Us. He said that he would leave if we kept asking questions, but we're his parents, we should have the right to ask why our only son was put in jail.
So I get up now, just to look at his bare room. The place where I held him why he cried, where I rocked him to sleep. The place that's long been deserted. A few books scatter, along with things he felt weren't his enough to keep. I wouldn't have minded if he took them, it would have given me peace of mid, that he wouldn't have had to buy them again. As I move to cross his room, to sit on his bed. A bed that has been cold for far to long, along with sheets that remain stretched over his bed, as clean smelling as they were, waiting to be slept upon, but probably performing a futile action.
I'm scared for him. What if he's fired, how would he support himself, how long will Michael let him stay there? I can't help but worry about him. He's always been withdrawn, quiet, often stoic at times, I can still remember when he had almost no contact with anyone other than me, Phillip, Isabel, and Michael. Now he has so many friends it's hard to keep count, and now, he doesn't talk to me. I always thought I had a mother's patience with him, never pushing him to far, except for the kitchen fire, but even after that, until now I thought that I had been patience.
I always knew he would leave, but I thought I had one more year. One more year to spoil and love him. I never counted on that year disappearing never counted on it ending this way, that he would leave and never talk to me again. He won't even speak to me. His own mother.
He can barely tolerate to be in the same room as me. His friends, sister, and girlfriend are defending him, up to the point where they all would lie for him. All I want is a simple hug, an okay when I ask how he is
I want the comfortable silence at the dinner table, I want a return to normalcy.