The moment my eyes land on him, I drop my phone.

His hair's been cut short, eyes tired but the same camp uniform that he's worn since he first joined the army draped across his shoulders.

A bullet hits my chest at the sight, my hands shaking, tears rising to my eyes.

Twelve months.

Twelve months without him. Twelve months where I thought he would die at any moment. Twelve months and he's back.

He's finally back.

My eyes open and I inhale sharply as I sit up in bed, tears falling from my eyes.

Twelve months since he passed.

I look to the photo frame on my bedside table.

I just want you back, Mikey.

I really like this?? I think I'm gonna add it to 21 Guns