Jade Holt tells a short, dark love story in the style of a modern fairy tale. A Demon who has never known love meets an Anarchist from the depths of Hell on a cold, rainy day in a crowded subway. A look passes between them, and for a moment there is hope. Then, three days later, he is killed by a train.
The second half shows the aftermath. She drinks to dull her grief and begins to love every man she meets, giving herself away a little more each day. That reads less like joy than like someone trying to fill an emptiness. He watches from above, crying silently, and his tears seem to feed the roses on his grave.
The mood is sad and quietly tender. The short, plain lines make the loss feel sudden, and the repeated closing image of him watching her without being able to act leaves a lingering ache.