Listen
If there was one flaw her lover had, Eurydice thought, it was that Orpheus didn't always listen to her. She knew he didn't mean to tune her out; it was part of how passionate he was for his song and its promise of spring that he closed his eyes and ears to the world around him.
In summer it had been amusing, watching him sing until he fell asleep against a tree, or only jolt out of songwriting when she waved a hand in front of his face, reminding him to eat. And it wasn't like it was a common occurrence; Orpheus had devoted just as much time, if not more, to ensuring she was safe and happy.
But with winter coming on and Orpheus more focused on his song than ever before, Eurydice wondered if he'd ever listen to her calling his name.
And down below, in Hadestown, Persephone wondered the same about her husband.