The wind was blowing without mercy between dead tree branches and cold gravestones. Old, cracked, forgotten gravestones. Gentle moonbeams would caress your features, casting a silver glow. Why where you in the cemetery so late at night? Well it must've been a jolt of strong feelings you'd rather not think about. Nevertheless, there you were, brave amongst the shadows of such a saddening place.

But then a weird sound made its way to your ears. Then another one. And another one. It wasn't necessarily frightening. Or intimidating. It sounded like regret , excruciating regret.

Then you saw him: uncharacteristically meek, as if trying to blend into the darkness. Heavy tears were burdening his eyes, falling seemingly against their will against his rosy cheeks.