Title: Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Matthew Arnold.
Warnings: character death
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: table
He doesn't want to stay here anymore. There's no reason without his brothers, and they—they are gone. Most of them have died and only JD lives anymore, and he has changed, grown hard and unforgiving. He is nowhere near the kid that first rode into town, excited and young, so ready for adventure.
This town has no appeal without the others. Why he lived when they died, he doesn't understand. Wishes he'd died with them. JD isn't the same anymore, and he doesn't owe the man JD has become.
He leaves without much regret, though he does pause at their graves. One at a time, he says goodbye, to Nathan and Josiah, to Buck and Chris, to Vin.
He glances back, as the sun rises to paint the desert with light, and JD stands at the edge of town, watching him go.
Ezra tips his hat one last time, clucks to his horse, and is gone.