Don't Wait Up- Prologue

This is the opening sequence/prologue to my Orpheus and Eurydice rewrite (partially inspired by Hadestown with the tracks and all but I have never seen the musical) in 1860s cowboy Texas! Enjoy and give me any feedback you like since I haven't written much else to the story yet lol

The Gods love giving gifts to mortals who die too young to really do something with them. Achilles, the best of the Greeks, who died before thirty for his pride and his love. Narcissus, beauty incarnate, who drowned because he was too obsessed with himself to keep living. 

And now, Ophelia Lovejoy who stands in Thebes, Texas, on the edge of everything. She has her guitar in hand, White River road stretching before her and the rundown, abandoned train tracks continuing on with it. She straightens her dress and pulls her jacket tighter, her gloves stuffed in her back pocket, his old riding hat down over her eyes. Today, she will return to him. Today, she will get him back.

The road is long and plain. The tracks are her guide. She will find him, she will bring him home with her. Or she will kill herself trying.

The God of Death is merciful in a way that God of Love is not but today they both frown on her as she walks the length of White River Road. 

There will be an end. There will be the collapsed tunnel, rocks spilling from the entrance, with no real way inside. Ophelia will make it there, she knows. She will make it for him.

If he can just wait up.