"Colors of The Heart"

In a quiet town by the sea, where sunsets painted the sky in hues of orange and gold, lived Lia Reyes, a girl who worked at a small flower shop. Life wasn't easy-her father was sick, her mother long gone-and every peso she earned went to medicine and rice. But she smiled anyway, because the world still had beauty, even if it was hard.

Lia loved flowers. Not just for their colors, but because each one had meaning. Roses for love. Sunflowers for hope. Lavender for calm. She believed flowers spoke when words failed.

Not far away, in a sleek, glass mansion, lived Eli Navarro, heir to a fortune most only dreamed of. He had everything-cars, companies, connections-but he saw the world in grays. Born colorblind, Eli had never truly seen what others did. He didn't know what "blue" felt like, or why artists cried over sunsets.

His world was predictable. Until the day he walked past Lia's flower shop.

Drawn by the scent of jasmine, Eli stepped in.

"I need... flowers," he said awkwardly. "For someone."

Lia looked up, brushing hair from her face. "Who?"

"Myself," he admitted after a pause. "I want to see what others feel. Even if I can't see it the way they do."

She smiled, warm and understanding. "Then I'll help you feel the colors."

Each day after, Eli returned. Not just for the flowers, but for Lia.

She described colors like stories:

"Red is when your heart races for someone."

"Yellow is laughter you didn't expect."

"Green is breathing deeply after the rain."

He listened, mesmerized-not by the petals, but by her.

One day, she gave him a single white daisy.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Purity," she said. "And quiet love."

His heart skipped. He touched her hand, and for the first time, saw something no doctor or science could explain-a burst of emotion, warm and vivid...