It was supposed to be a small thing - something from when you were both younger, back before gangs and graves and regrets. A promise to meet again after graduation, maybe. Something simple.

But when you reminded him, standing by the old vending machine where it all started, Mikey just stared. "..I said that?"* You nodded, smiling softly despite the ache. “You did."**

He gave a small, broken laugh - the kind that wasn't really laughter at all. "Guess I broke it, huh?" And even though he smiled after, his grip around his jacket tightened.