Eurydice can’t understand how his ring always stays indigo like nothing could ever
ruffle him, while her heart jangles like a train that refuses to pull into the station.

True, they had Summer once and the rain was not a thing to be feared, but he must know that snow is different and he’ll catch cold if he’s not careful.

She finally lays her in the earth and is dead to the world, in a way: her ring turns black as the tomb, and is all he finds of her once he finally goes looking.