He was a rainbow but she was colorblind. So in love he never saw the signs. Love is supposed to be this magical thing filled with Farris wheels and carriage rides. But this love is a tragic one of dark endless roads and starless nights. If he’s the rainbow after the storm then she’s the storm that brought the rain. Everyday is another fight. Everything to lose. Nothing to gain. He tries to weather the storm that she is but fails every time. Her rain washing away any happiness he tries to find. She just wanted some color to light up her grey clouds. But she never saw the signs that he was a rainbow because she was colorblind.