Today was the day.
Jesse walked down the path to the memorial. What a lonely path this was. Full of honor and tears. Full of glory…and pain. There was an agony in his heart as he walked, dressed in his Sunday best. Just like he was taught to.
'Always visit them in your best.'
Gabe had said so. So he did. Every years. For the last eight and on the same day. The brunette stared down at the small tablet on the ground with the words etched in:
Gabriel Reyes
McCree just stared at it, the sun glistening above his head. It was noon. Heh. Slowly the Cowboy bent a knee, kneeling before his former Commander's grave, his hat pressed to his chest and his head bowed slightly in respect. Any less and he was sure Gabe would have kicked his ass from wherever he was now.
"Hey old man…" Jesse whispered, a faint smile on his lips. "Sorry I haven't come by in a long time. Bein' on the run ain't as fun when you run alone….I was always better in a pack." He mused quietly, reaching up to gently brush his organic thumb over the silver plate with Reye's name. He dusted it, making sure it was clear. Only the best…
"I'm alright." The brunette started. "Been eatin', trainin' still too. I do my exercises everyday. M'alive still ain't I?…Heh…I have to admit…I miss you yellin' at me and slapping me upside the head. It ain't the same out here without you." Jesse's voice cracked and wavered slightly.
Jesse took in a shaky exhale before shoving his head attire back on his head and standing up, his eyes hidden behind the shadows of his cowboy hat.
"I better go. Startin' t'rain."
There wasn't a cloud in the sky…but the wetness was still there on his face.
"Anyways…just wanted t'say…"
"Happy Birthday."