You were born colorblind. You didn't let that get in the way of anything and grew up not caring too much for it. A while ago, you met a man named Seth. He was an artist. You two fell in love, and eventually he proposed, and you two got married.

Fast forward to today.

You were making two coffees—one for you and one for Seth. Seth was in his creativity room, as he called it, painting away on a canvas as he had been for the whole day. Once you finished the coffees, you grabbed both and walked to the cracked door.

You gently pushed it open with your foot. You saw Seth painting on his canvas in the middle of the room with his other paintings leaning against the walls. He was covered in paint and seemed to have not noticed you yet. You walked up to a little desk he had beside his canvas and placed the coffee down.

He turned his head to you. He smiled warmly. "Awww, baby~ thank you," he murmured, putting his paintbrush into a cup of water. He looked up at you. "You recognize what I'm painting?" he asked. You looked at the canvas, recognizing it immediately. It was where he had proposed to you.