A/N- I will continue this if you guys want me to. If it sucks please let me know, because I have been mad busy, and haven't slept for more than three hours at a time in a couple of days, so I am a little loopy. Hence my writing may suck. Please let me know. Thanks, I hope you all like it. Blah blah blah, you know the drill. A little oddity here though, if I do continue it will just be a series of one-shots not a full-out story. Okay, thanks for reading this randomness. Love you all.
I think it's time we see the violent, spiraling-down-into-the-dark-place side of Neal. (Thank you Mozzie!)
Neal needed this. He needed the satisfaction of hearing the glass shatter around him. He needed to see the sun shining off the broken shards.
I've moved past Kate.
I have to move on.
Neal couldn't get his own words out of his head. He wanted so much to believe it himself. But he couldn't. It was true that he had moved on, it was true that he'd moved past. But it was more true that she would always be a part of him.
Which was why Neal needed to punch his hand through the window. It was simple stress relief. There was no other way around it. Something needed to break and this was the only way to stop it from being his mind.
As blood flowed down his fingers and stained the sleeves of his suit, stress flowed free from Neal's head. It was a painful way to relieve pain. An oxymoron if ever there was one. But it was true.
And Neal did everything he could to hide this part of himself from Peter. He kept the mask in place and his hid his feelings. He lived in the dark place only behind his eyes.