Micah returns to Ohio for the first time in months that summer, but it doesn’t take him long to find his destination. Everything does feel like a distant memory to him now, but he thinks it’s also like riding a bike, and old habits are relatively easy to fall back to.
He walks over then, and drops to his knees, unfazed by all the dirt that suddenly clings onto his faded jeans.
"Hi Jude," Micah murmurs softly, as he reaches out to brush his fingers against the white marble headstone. "I’ve missed you."