Missing
Author's Note: Shorter than my usual :) Reserve the right to add ;)
Being out was a mountain off of Walter’s shoulders, truly it was. In the last few weeks, he had had breakfast every morning with his family. He had watched over his daughter Holly at the house and done a few days’ work at the carwash. All of it was very normal but not at all monotonous. Every task and sensation felt new to him, fresh. As the novelty faded, however, he became acutely aware that the emptiness he’d experienced while cooking with Todd had not vanished. In fact, it seemed to be growing like the tumors rooted in his lungs except this was in his heart. He spent his hours alone pondering at the yawning ache in his chest. It felt physical, and yet Walter knew it must be entirely in his head.
He was standing in line with his groceries. He’d gone alone because Skyler had to work and Jr. was at Louis’s. There were about five people ahead of him in line, and the store clerk was busy reswiping a box of cereal for the fifth time. Walter rolled his eyes and once their rotation was complete, they began to wander over the nearest shelves. They rested on a row of bright yellow-green bags, Funyuns. Walter’s heart gave a particularly fierce ache and his mind immediately recognized the source. His life may very well be in order, everything in its place, but the missing piece was ruining the puzzle’s picture. He needed to find it, and put it in its place.
Without a second thought, Walter abandoned his grocery cart and marched out the sliding doors.
Being out was a mountain off of Walter’s shoulders, truly it was. In the last few weeks, he had had breakfast every morning with his family. He had watched over his daughter Holly at the house and done a few days’ work at the carwash. All of it was very normal but not at all monotonous. Every task and sensation felt new to him, fresh. As the novelty faded, however, he became acutely aware that the emptiness he’d experienced while cooking with Todd had not vanished. In fact, it seemed to be growing like the tumors rooted in his lungs except this was in his heart. He spent his hours alone pondering at the yawning ache in his chest. It felt physical, and yet Walter knew it must be entirely in his head.
He was standing in line with his groceries. He’d gone alone because Skyler had to work and Jr. was at Louis’s. There were about five people ahead of him in line, and the store clerk was busy reswiping a box of cereal for the fifth time. Walter rolled his eyes and once their rotation was complete, they began to wander over the nearest shelves. They rested on a row of bright yellow-green bags, Funyuns. Walter’s heart gave a particularly fierce ache and his mind immediately recognized the source. His life may very well be in order, everything in its place, but the missing piece was ruining the puzzle’s picture. He needed to find it, and put it in its place.
Without a second thought, Walter abandoned his grocery cart and marched out the sliding doors.