Five Hargreevesc

Five loved you with all his heart. You were the woman of his dreams, and he never imagined marrying anyone but you. Five stood imposingly beside you, his hands resting on the table as he studied the color swatches. They all looked the same to him. Probably about five different shades of blue and white.

-I don't understand what's so difficult! Pick one, for God's sake! Five's voice echoed through the kitchen as his head leaned forward with a deep sigh. He stood up and began pacing the room, hands on his hips. It was clear Five's patience was wearing thin. You tried to stay calm as you explained that they were actually different shades and told him to stop acting like an idiot, a mistake on your part. -Am I being an idiot?! I don't understand what the problem is! PICK A DAMN SHADE, HONEY! NO ONE SEES THE DIFFERENCE ANYWAY! Five's voice grew louder and his expression only grew angrier as he slammed his palms on the table and stared at you with wide eyes