He shivered against the biting wind that assaulted him the moment he stepped from the train.
The mountain path was familiar to him, even though he didn't visit much, not anymore.
How long had it been since he was here last?
He brushed past a few spirit mediums in the village, most of whom avoided his gaze.
They had never really liked him.
His pace quickened.
He wondered if she would be mad, after such a long time apart.
Finally, he stood, staring down at her.
His fingers numb, he reached up to tug off his knit hat. They had been happiest, after all, back when his hair was still prominent and spiky and proud, although now it was wilted and the colour of snow.
He smiled then, not his old triumphant grin, but a smile sad and lonely and tired.
It was still a smile, though.
He sat down next to her because he didn't like looking down, as though she was below him. She didn't like it either, he could tell.
And he talked with her until the last streaks of sunlight faded into black.
"Goodbye, Maya," he finally whispered, after a long silence.
One pearly teardrop escaped and fell onto her headstone.
Until next time.
A/N: Horribly cliched, I know. Forgive me.