All Chapters of Becoming Blue : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first time I saw him, he was standing in the rain like he belonged to it.No umbrella. No backpack. Just a black hoodie pulled low over his head, soaked through and clinging to his body like a second skin. The kind of scene you’d find in a movie—melancholic, dramatic, impossible to look away from.But this wasn’t a movie.It was the West Haven High parking lot. A place where nothing interesting ever happened.Until now.I stood at the school entrance, half-hidden behind the glass doors, watching him like the rest of us didn’t exist. Students passed by him, some staring, some laughing. Most just ignored him, like you do with anything that doesn’t fit. But he didn’t seem to care.He wasn’t waiting for anyone. He wasn’t in a rush. He just stood there, face tilted toward the gray sky like he was daring the rain to wash him away.And for some reason, I couldn’t look away.“Who’s that?” I asked, nudging Claire beside me.She followed my gaze and raised a brow. “Oh. Him. The new kid.”“H

Tuesday morning hit like a whisper and a scream. The whisper was my alarm, soft and persistent. The scream was my brain, still replaying the way Blue had said my name.Elias.No one said my name like that. Not even my mom. There was something in his voice—like he was testing the sound of it, holding it up to the light to see what it revealed.I barely tasted breakfast. I barely remembered brushing my teeth. All I knew was that I wanted to see him again, and I hated how badly I wanted it.---I spotted him at his locker between second and third period. Same hoodie, same silence. But today, something was different.He was drawing.A black pen moved across a crumpled piece of notebook paper, quick, deliberate strokes. I couldn’t see what he was sketching, but his focus was unshakable. People passed him without a glance, and I wondered how he managed to disappear and stand out at the same time.I stood there for longer than I should have. Maybe five seconds. Maybe ten.And then he looked

I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said.“You don’t look at me like I’m broken.”It kept echoing in my head, like a song I didn’t know the words to, but still felt in my bones. I thought I was the broken one. The one holding himself together with silence and fear. But maybe we were both just walking scars—shaped differently, but aching the same.---Blue wasn’t in school the next two days.Again.No texts. No appearances at the art room. No moody drawings left behind.Nothing.By the third day, I found myself staring at the empty hallway where his locker sat. My chest felt heavy, like I’d swallowed cement.Claire caught me mid-stare. “Okay, you’re either in love or haunted.”“Is there a difference?”She gave me a look. “Did something happen with you and Blue?”I hesitated. “Kind of. But also... no.”“Elias, you’re not making sense.”I shook my head, biting my lip. “It’s not the kind of thing I can explain.”She softened. “Then maybe it’s the kind of thing you need to feel through.

The kiss wasn’t fireworks.It wasn’t some movie scene where the world blurred and soft music played behind us.It was quieter than that.More like the gentle cracking of something frozen. A slow, careful thaw.When Blue pulled away, his breath lingered between us. Warm. Real. Vulnerable.Neither of us said anything right away.And for once, the silence didn’t feel heavy.It felt safe.---After a few minutes, Blue leaned back against the wall, hands on his knees, staring ahead like he was still trying to understand what had happened. Maybe he was.“I didn’t plan that,” he said finally, voice barely above a whisper.“I know,” I replied. “Neither did I.”“I don’t… kiss people. Not anymore.”I turned toward him. “Why not?”He hesitated, then said, “Because the last person I kissed nearly destroyed me.”I nodded slowly. “Then we’ll go slow.”Blue looked at me then, and for the first time, he smiled—a small, tired smile, but real. “You’re too good at this.”I raised a brow. “At what?”“At

The first thing I noticed about Blue’s room was how empty it felt.Not messy. Not abandoned. Just… quiet. Like he didn’t want to leave a mark in case he had to disappear again.There were no posters on the walls, just some thumbtack holes where they used to be. A stack of books sat under the window, most with folded pages and cracked spines. His bed was made — too perfectly — the way people make things when they don’t trust they’ll stay in one place for long.“You live here,” I said.He nodded.“For how long?”“Since I was sixteen.”I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. “That’s when your parents kicked you out?”“Yeah.”His voice didn’t shake, but I could feel the weight behind it. He wasn’t trying to hide the pain — just trying not to give it all away at once.“My brother had just turned twenty-one,” he said, leaning against the dresser. “Dropped out of college to take care of me. Got two jobs. Paid rent. Put food in the fridge.”I looked around. “It’s small, but it feels... safe