So, to be honest with you, I don't really know what this is. It was supposed to be a OneShot, but now it's more like a drabble. I enjoyed writing it though, so I hope you enjoy reading it.

Max likes to think that everyone can paint a picture with their personality, tell a story with their laugh.

Mariam tells him he's stupid and unrealistic. "You're not going to learn about someone through their laugh, Max," she tells him, but he just shakes his head and begs to differ.

Max likes to think that everyone is like a colour of the rainbow.

Mariam asks him what colour she would be. She thinks he'll tell her red, but he doesn't answer her right away, tells her he'll think about it and get back to her.

Max likes to believe in things like karma and destiny, that everything has a purpose.

Mariam laughs. "So, this rock has an ultimate purpose in this world?" And when Max can't think of something to reply with, part of Mariam is guilty.

Max tries to tell Mariam that he loves her.

Mariam, scared, shoots him down.

Max stops talking to Mariam for a while.

And Mariam feels slightly lost without him. She wanders the streets alone and hums under her breath before stopping.

Max likes it when Mariam hums because he thinks it's powerful.

Mariam never understood.

And after two weeks of not talking, Max still hasn't cracked. "I've just been really busy lately," he tells Mariam one day at the end of week two. "You understand, right?"

But Mariam doesn't. She doesn't understand a lot of Max, and she wonders why.

Max meets Mariam at an after party for the world circuit and drags her into a corner to talk.

Mariam listens patiently, hums contently as Max talks. But something's wrong. There's no spark to the conversation, and Mariam feels like she could cry.

Finally, Max brings up an old subject. "Remember when you asked me what colour you'd be?" he asks her, referring to a conversation from once upon a time.

And Mariam shrugs. Yeah, she remembers it, but what relevance does it have to the conversation at hand?

Max slips something into her hand and slips into the crowd to dance with his friends.

Mariam goes outside to ponder the gift. It's a prism, the ones that you hang in your window. There's a note that comes with it. "Put it in some light," it says and so Mariam heads over to the fountain where between the bubbles and the mist there are lights illuminating the statue on top.

Max was very clever.

And Mariam really loved him as a rainbow appeared in the mist.

Max couldn't decide which colour Mariam would be.

Because she was all the colours of the rainbow.