I was five when I was classified as an artist.

From that day on, I was immersed in the world of art. I never saw the other children who were classified as scientists, and even if I did, I wouldn't know what to say.

Every day, I would paint my world, immortalizing the images for future generations. I'd write odes to the sun and sing them at the top of my lungs. Life was filled with such beauty, joy and laughter, and we were happy.

I saw a picture once of how it used to be. The chaos of society, mixing and mingling. Artists forced to work at jobs that strangled the beauty in life and workers who dreamed of art but couldn't create it. Nothing was nurtured and nobody thrived. I cried after I saw that picture.

I was 18 when I really understood though. I was at the cusp of adulthood and ready to take my place in the world. I was 18 when I met Gabriel and my life began.

I can't remember being chosen as a scientist.

I do remember learning complicated equations and difficult theoretical concepts. I was taught how the world operated and how it continued to function. We spent morning to night cramming our brains with every proven fact and every theory.

It was important to understand these things because we would run the world someday. We were the engineers and doctors, the scientists and mechanics. We created our universe, and the artists decorated it.

There was an underlying, unspoken tension whenever artists were mentioned. We had never met any artists, so our knowledge was limited, but it seemed that their purpose was trivial compared to ours. We couldn't understand how their contribution mattered.

I loved science. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever known.

Until I met Charlotte.

They met by accident.

Charlotte was chasing a rainbow and didn't even notice how far she wandered. She wanted to capture the vibrant colors and was singing a song she made up about its beauty as she skipped toward it, brushes in one hand and a palette of paint in the other.

Caught up in the momentum of her quest, she didn't see Gabriel standing there with a prism in his hand, casting the rainbow. He was analyzing the color spectrum and ultraviolet light when Charlotte crashed into his arms.

She took his breath away.

She tried to explain what she was doing as Gabriel stared. He couldn't understand why she would chase a rainbow or sing when there were things to learn, so he told her that.

"Can't you just enjoy how lovely it is?" She asked.

"Don't you want to know why it happens?" He countered.

Gabriel looked again at the rainbow he had made. Charlotte thought about what he said.

A lifetime bereft of beauty, but for the first time in his life he looked.

A lifetime of pleasure taken at face-value, but for the first time in her life she listened.

And together, they were whole.