Title: For No One
Author: Sinloi
Rating: R
Pairing: Gen
Length: Drabble
Warnings: It's fucking sad.
A/N: I don't know what I'm doing. I just write shit, and sometimes it's alright. No beta. All faults are my own.
Brain matter dots the bottom of his pant leg like some sick art Nuevo design. He swears he can hear bits of skull crackling under his boot heel. His hands are clean, unblemished, but there's blood splatter on his shirt; drops of it on his cheek.
Walt looks away from the sight in front of him, tightens his fists and closes his eyes. Tilts his face up to meet the sun. He counts the seconds, the space in between. Five, twenty, sixty-six…
He reaches one hundred entirely too soon. He moves back and away; halting footsteps in the sand. He's unable to look at the boy. Stares, instead, at his gun. It's cold now.
Like Jesse.
"I do love you, Jesse." Walt says, eyes still lingering on the weapon in his hand. He lifts it easy, not nearly as heavy a thing as he once imagined it to be. It fits snug beneath his chin.
And if his words had indeed stated the sentiment he felt, then the gunshot that echoed after only amplified it.