Meth, Memories, and Her(A Jesse Pinkman Story)

Jesse Pinkman wasn't supposed to care again-not after everything. Not after Jane. Not after the bodies, the blood, and the meth. But then she showed up.

Astra. Blonde hair, sharp green eyes, and a past just as shattered as his. She hates everything he stands for-the drugs, the danger, the destruction. And Jesse? He hates that she's right.

She reminds him of who he used to be before the meth took over, before he became a name whispered in fear. But Astra has her own demons-ones that drink, hit, and haunt her every time Jesse lights up.

He's poison in a bag. She's a scar that never healed. And yet, they keep finding each other in the wreckage.

This isn't a love story. It's a relapse. And sometimes, the past doesn't just haunt you-it drags you down with it.

jesse