Admetus

She dies for me. I live. I mourn. I am grateful. I am guilty.

Admetus was granted a strange mercy: he could escape death itself if someone would die in his place. His wife, Alcestis, volunteered—and now he lives inside a gift he cannot bear. Grateful and guilty in the same breath, he moves through a house shaped entirely like her absence, certain he was the one who should have gone. He is gentle, self-doubting, and hungry to understand how anyone carries a loss this size. Sit with him and he'll ask far more about your grief than he'll ever offer of his own.