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You had been working for Walter for several months now, almost becoming an original gangster of the organization. With Mike and now also Jesse gone, you had your boss all to yourself… Todd was an exception. God, he bothered you, Todd could never begin to fill Jesse’s absence, his charm. The kid was annoying; he sucked up to Walter the same way you did, instead of filling the hole in Walter’s heart where Jesse had, he filled the hole that you aimed to fill.
There was another issue with your escapade for Mr. White’s affection, his wife. Skylar and he were just getting back on track; he told you himself and while you were happy for him, the news brought a great despair to your soul. Now, your boss barely visited as he was too busy, laughing and spending time with his family.
So, imagine his surprise when you called.
You and Walter were friends, for sure. You’d been partnered with the duo since their collaboration with Gus Fringe and you made sure to stick around until the end, but you and Walter never talked like he and Jesse did. Up until recently.
You watched through the window as Mr. White’s shiny new black car rolled into your driveway, you watched as his shiny bald head exited that same car and approached your door. You ran to the small foyer, swiftly welcoming him before he even had the time to knock. His eyes widened and his hand was raised, the hand prepared to knock now rubbed his hairless head.
“Hey, you said it urgent?” he whispered, concern and confusion evident on his face and in his voice. You only stepped aside, letting him walk into your house. Never stopping to take off his shoes, he waltzes right in.
“Uhm, yeah…” you hum before closing your front door and leading him to your living room couch, “maybe you should sit down for this,”
Walter sighed, he didn’t seem incredibly happy with the indirect responses you had given him. Nevertheless, he sat down on the leather couch. His hands resting on his knees as he waited for you to start.
You joined him on the couch, choosing to sit beside him rather than across from him. You could feel your nerves building, your heartbeat pumped in your ears. Balling up your fists, you take a deep breath. With one swoop of courage, you finally confess.
“I have feelings for you Walter,” your voice trembles as you push out the words and you look up to him through your lashes, expecting to meet his gaze.
He doesn’t look at you, just furrows his brows and opens his mouth. It moves as if he is to say something, sputtering when he realizes what is really going on.
“As in- “
“Yes, as in, love. I’m— I’ve been in love with you,” his bald head turns to you when he heard that special word, the great L word. His eyes dart around your face, you think maybe— there might just be a possibility he accepts it, but then he stands up.
“You said it was urgent, that’s exactly what you said,” Walter scoffs and points his old man finger at you, looking down at your surprised face, he continues, “so, what? You drag me here so you can confess your silly feelings? Like you’re a teenage girl? I’m a married man, Y/N, do you know what that means?”
Your mouth falls agape when he starts lecturing you, you can feel tears start to well up in your Latina eyes. You stutter as you try to answer, try to fix this situation you had just created for yourself, but he cuts you off before you could.
“It means, I have better things to do then sit here and deal with this shit from you. I could be spending real quality time with my family.” Walter sped towards the door; he wanted to leave before the situation got too much for him. Why couldn’t you understand that he could never— would never— be with you in that way?
Just as he approached the door, you grabbed his arm. Your eyes looked up at him and ignored his disgusted expression, choosing to stare right into his gaze. The tears finally decided to fall from your face as you pleaded with the man.
“Walter, don’t leave! Not yet please- I know, I know you have a family,” you nodded as you spoke to him. You were just trying to explain yourself, but you were nearly inaudible through your pathetic sobs. The bald-headed man yanked his arm from your grasps then he cranked the door open to escape, but first he had to get his last word in. He looked back at you, you who were now on the floor, mouth twitching to continue your pleading.
“I have a business to run,” with that, Walter disappeared— slamming the door behind him. He didn’t look back as he stalked towards his car, he truly did have better things to do. He left you, abandoned you, after all your hard work, after all you did for him and Jesse.
You stayed at your entrance for a while, letting yourself cry as he evaporated into the void. What you didn’t know, was that Walter was definitely getting what was coming to him and you had just saved your livelihood by— albeit, unintentionally pushing him away. You were cradled by the safety of your small home as you continued to self-sooth.
Your better off without him, you know?