Breaking Love (Walter White X Reader)

Chapter 1

The day was oddly cold. The wind nipped at your face, causing a rosy hue to appear on the apple of your cheeks. Silent tears ran down said cheeks. In front of you lay a sleek black coffin, flowers adorned the casket. People wordlessly placing more and more as the service went on. Although Jesse Pinkman wasn't popular with the community, his parents were. Surprised when you showed up to the service and you saw more than Badger, Skinny Pete, and Combo, and of course his parents. You felt out of place, you knew it was risky to be here, associating with Jesse, but he had been your friend forever, it didn't sit right with you, even if Mr. White nagged at you not to come. 

As the casket lowered into the ground, you continued to stare numbly into the dirt void. The events played in your mind. Over and over. Regrets. How different things could  have turned out if you and Jesse weren't at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

One at a time, groups of people started making their exit. Skinny, Badger and Combo were some of the last to leave, giving their final words to Pinkman, and patting your shoulder with their condolence. Before long it was just you and the mound of dirt. Legs like cement, you continued to reply the events over and over and over and. . . 

There was a sudden hand on your shoulder. Quickly whipping you head, you stared at the threat and instantly recognized the face. His forehead wrinkled with sympathy, and his mouth downturned. Realizing who it was, you went back to having a staring contest with the dirt. 

"It wasn't your fault you know. . ." he spoke, breaking the long silence. 

You didn't reply. You didn't have anything to say. Deep down you knew it wasn't entirely your fault. You knew Jesse was the first to become Walt's co-cook and dragged you into the business, but at the same time, you could've; should've; been a voice of reason. Selfishly, you decided to join. Money talked and all that. Look it where it got you though. Your best friend dead at the ripe age of 24. 

You clenched and unclenched your hands. You had no idea what to do now. How were you supposed to go on? Would it be repentance to die? Or was it your burden to continue on, and suffer with the consequences of your horrible, despicable actions.   

You didn't even notice you were sitting in a car. The soft cozy material warm against your legs. You look around confused, and see Walt in the drivers seat, eyes locked on the road. Its been a minute since you've dissociated like that. It made you think back to times when you were in a similar state, but Jesse was there to comfort you. 

Shaking your head, you opted to look out the dusty window, the bland tan scenery taking refuge in your mind. 

what felt like moments later, the car was still and parked in a drive way. The house wasn't familiar to you. The driveway was on an incline, unlike the shared house you and Jesse occupied. The bright house contrasted your dark house. You looked at Walt waiting for him to say something. Luckily you didn't have to wait long. 

"Don't worry, it just my house." 

This caused you to jerk a little in your seat. 

"B-but won't your wife be home? Won't she be suspicious of who I am? Your trying to keep it on the dl remember?"

This had been the most you've spoken in the last 48 hours, your voice had been a bit horse at the round of questions you gave the older man. 

"Yes I know, I'm the one that set those rules into place, remember?" He had an ounce of mockery in his tone, before he settled down to give you a proper answer. "I'll just tell Skylar that I offered you a seat at dinner after the funeral. You were a student of mine after all." 

You gave a slight nod. You were still dazed and confused, not understanding why he was doing this. He should've honestly just drove you home so you could get on with the impending doom of being isolated. 

"I'm worried and I don't want to leave you to your lonesome at home. Not yet at least."

It was like he was reading your mind. You gave another nod. 

The two of you opened the doors to the car, and exited the vehicle. Walt led you to the front door, and let you enter the home first. 

"I'm back," he announced through the house. 

"How was it?" A muffled voice question through the house. The answer lingered, as she peered behind the corner holding a spatula in her hand. Confusion laced her face as soon as she mad eye contact with you. "Hello. . . Walt who is this?"

You tensed up a bit. You started having second thoughts of being here. Covers blown, this is the end, you dramatically thought. 

"They were in the same class as Jesse, really good friends with him actually. . . Anyway I said they could have dinner with us tonight." Walt replied coolly.  

"Make yourself at home. . ." Skylar gestured to the living area, where a sofa and a chair sat. 

You nodded and gave a quiet "Thank you," before taking a seat on the couch. In the process of you moving to the living room, you heard Skylar. 

"Walt can I speak to you in the kitchen?" She was trying to keep her voice down, but it was hard not to eavesdrop when the room was ghostly quiet. 

You moved uncomfortably in your seat, your face red with embarrassment. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. You just wanted to go home and decompress. At the same time you were kind of grateful that you were here, and not sitting in the lonesome house you and Jesse used to both reside in. Too many ghosts haunted that house now.

You could here hushed voices coming from the kitchen area. You dared not look over there knowing they were talking about you. A small argument later, and you saw a light blue pencil skirt in view. You looked up at the blond, and she spoke.

"Were having spaghetti tonight, I hope that's okay with you," She said in a short manner.

You nodded your head, and mustered up a smile, "That sounds great."