Purple is for his jacket that she loved so much. It accompanied him throughout his journeys, always by his side when he needed it. Now, three years later, it was too small for him, and careworn.
He gave it to May. When it got cold, she slipped it on, the sleeves just a tad too long for her arms. She danced around in the snow, laughing and singing, in the cold winter air.
She looked so dorky, twirling around in his old jacket, yet she was still the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.