Where is our hope?

Introduction
here is a collection of the saddest scenes from my stories

SPOILERS ARE AHEAD. I WILL RELEASE ALL OF THESE ON WATTPAD AT SOME POINT SO IF YOU'RE INTENDING TO READ THEM ON WATTPAD THEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER

You Are Not Him
Tinsel strolled through the forest.

It was silent, and eerie. The snow was perfect and undisturbed.

She did not feel the cold.

She could see a clearing through the trees. She walked towards it.

This place was...familiar. She recognised the layout of the trees, the positions of the bushes, but she couldn't remember where or when she'd been here before.

She went around a huge elder tree and suddenly knew exactly where she was.

In the snowy, empty clearing stood a worn-down gravestone.

And leaning against that gravestone was a person.

This person wore a dark green top hat. His lime-green coat had coattails.

Tinsel could see that he had light green gloves on, and that the fingers of his gloves were darker green.

The grin she akways wore disappeared as shock coursed through her veins.

He turned.

His pupils were hot pink, his irises black and his sclera red. Tinsel did not recognise these colours, nor had she recognised the clothes, but that face...

She'd recognise him anywhere.