a fanfic idea in my head; that I won't write
Too late, Too little
Cale's backstory of how his life had progressed.
Cale was the always the one to take the initiative. Cale was always the first. The first to act, the first to comfort. So why wasn't he the first priority? They had noticed it too late, they had ignored it. They had acted like nothing was wrong, that the family was fine. And when they had acted, they were already too late. So little effort, afraid to climb and break the walls that Cale had put up. Afraid to get hurt because of the walls, like Cale wasn't hurt. For far too long, Cale had worn a mask. How much of Cale did they truly know?
Too little actions, not aggressive enough. Too little efforts, too little hope. Always too late to mend, always too little to try. Cale had always been the first to take the initiative, so now he was the first to take action. He was the first to go away and go to somehwere; somewhere warm and where he felt accepted. Cale had fallen into the cracks and once again they were too late to notice him gone.
