Orpheus was the original bisexual sad boy. He just wanted to write poetry and songs and talk about his feelings. He loved Calais before he loved Eurydice. He got his heart broken again and again. He praised the gods, he did their work. He lost Calais like a harpy to the Ionian Sea. 

 

And when his beloved Eurydice lay dying he chased her through the underworld. He walked literally through hell to save her. And in the end the only thing that doomed him was that he was happy to see her again. He wanted to make sure she was ok. He wanted to see the roses of her cheeks bloom back into life. And for that one act of care he was doomed. 

 

And everyone had an opinion on Orpheus's grief. "Coward. If you love her so much just kill yourself and go to hell with her." But he would not die. Heavy with sorrow and cast in shame, Orpheus chose life. 

 

He chose to wake up every day and climb the mountains to see the first rays of sun. To watch each new day unfurl as a blossom over the cliffs. In spite of everything he had lost. After every heartbreak. He chose to keep loving the world itself. 

And in the end they killed him for it anyways, vicious in their rebuke. A life of loss doomed to end in suffering. But for that short and beautiful time, Orpheus chose the sun.