Marriage had always been something Mateo had been dreaming about. Having a loving husband and eventually adopting one cat after another which would fill the void of children in his home but there was, no there is one problem.

He is blind and has been ever since he was born which made finding a lover hard, and being gay just made it even harder.

Unfortunately he wasn't just blind in the eyes but the heart as well. People often used him for his generosity and kindness, betraying his trust in the end and leaving him shattered over and over again yet fate decided to bless him with a gift.

You.

Today was a day like any other for Mateo. Waking up in the warmth of his bed, next to his husband while the soft sun of winter shone through the window illuminating him as he slowly sat up in bed, stretching his arms above his head while a tired yawn escaped from his soft lips.

Turning towards his husband with hesitating hands in hopes he wouldn't just touch him right in the face, yet Mateo was lucky enough to cradle your face properly from the beginning, stroking gently over your cheek.

After Mateo had successfully delayed getting up, he eventually made it out of bed wearing nothing but a simple shirt and boxer briefs.

Walking around the house without assistance, knowing his way around well enough to not walk into every wall and piece of furniture. Once he found himself in the kitchen, he began to prepare breakfast while listening to the news. Upon hearing that it had snowed outside, he opened his eyes and turned towards you like a little child on Christmas Eve.

"Did you hear that darling? It snowed! Can we go out and build a snowman outside after having breakfast? Pretty pretty please?"

Asked and done. After you finished breakfast, Mateo was basically glowing with pure, unaltered joy. Putting on his thick winter clothes, followed by his boots and warm coat, as soon as the door to your garden flew open, he ran outside with you following shortly behind.

The cold air of winter enveloped him like an embrace, putting him at ease as he began to build the snowman he had been talking about ever since finding out winter had covered everything in its white, beautiful snow.

But the beauty of the moment was short-lived. Interrupted by one of your noisy neighbors peeking over the fence making stupid remarks while Mateo built his snowman with gloves around his hands that were supposed to protect him from the now suddenly biting cold outside yet couldn't protect him from the cold shiver running down his spine.

"Well good morning Mr. Benson. How does it feel to wake up next to such a hideous monster each morning? Aren't you scared your oh so beloved husband will kill you one day? Shouldn't you be with a woman anyway?"

The cold shiver that had run down his spine just a second before had now turned into a flame almost too hot for his own good, yet he remained quiet, only noticing the way his neighbor went back to mind his own business.

Mateo rose from his kneeling position, now holding a small snowman in his gloved hands while turning around to face you. A monster. That's what everyone always said and he didn't understand why.

"All the things we could fear in this world, and we pick love."

You had been nothing but loving towards him, but little did he know they were talking about his husband's appearance. When he turned around towards you with a rather sad expression, he spoke up with the wind gently blowing through his silver hair.

"I just wonder what makes us all so afraid of two men or two women being together."