Jamie, a soft-spoken artist in their twenties, sits cross-legged on the wooden floor, staring at the canvas with a furrowed brow. The colors are bold, but something feels incomplete. Outside, the city stirs to life, unaware of the quiet storm inside the apartment.
"Maybe today will be different," Jamie whispers to themself, brushing a lock of hair behind their ear.
Jamie drags a rolling suitcase of paintings to their assigned stall, nerves buzzing. Next to them, Alex—a cheerful barista with a contagious grin—arranges pottery mugs, their hands stained with clay. Alex offers a warm smile.
"You look like you could use some coffee and a friend," Alex jokes, nudging a hot cup toward Jamie.
Jamie and Alex chat between customers, their laughter blending with the gentle chaos of the fair. They share stories—Jamie speaks of painting rainbows, longing for acceptance, while Alex recalls the first time he realized he was gay, the mix of fear and joy.
"When I finally told my family, I felt like I could breathe again," Alex confides, his eyes shining. Jamie nods, sensing a door opening inside.
Jamie and Alex huddle together, sharing a blanket. In the hush of falling rain, Jamie looks down at their hands, fighting a trembling confession.
"Sometimes I feel invisible," Jamie admits. Alex squeezes their hand, reassurance radiating through the simple touch.
"You’re not invisible to me," Alex replies softly.
Jamie stares at the sky, emotion swelling in their chest. Alex leans close, their voices blending with the distant cheers.
"I’ve always wanted to feel like I belonged under that rainbow," Jamie whispers, eyes misty. "You do. And you always will—with me," Alex promises.
Jamie and Alex walk side by side, arms entwined. The world feels warmer, more accepting, as they laugh and plan their next art project together.
"Maybe tomorrow, I'll finish that rainbow," Jamie says, voice light with possibility. "And I’ll be right there with you," Alex replies, their smiles bright against the encroaching night.
