All Chapters of Becoming Blue : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The apartment was silent except for the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Blue sat cross-legged on the bed, his fingers gripping the edge of the comforter as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality. The events of the past forty-eight hours replayed in his mind on an endless loop—every word, every look, every breath hanging like a heavy fog that refused to dissipate.He’d told himself he was ready for the truth, but hearing it had ripped through him like a hurricane. His life wasn’t his own. It hadn’t been for years. And now, the walls of that illusion were caving in, burying him alive under the rubble of secrets he never asked for.“Blue?” Alex’s voice pierced through the silence, hesitant yet firm, like a lifeline dangling in front of a drowning man.Blue didn’t look up immediately. His jaw tightened as if the act of meeting Alex’s gaze would unravel him completely. Instead, he stared at his trembling hands, knuckles white against the soft fabric.Alex took a tentative

The air inside the small art studio was heavy with turpentine and unfinished confessions. Blue sat by the cracked window, staring at the canvas before him. The painting was half-done—strokes of cobalt and violet clashing against each other like two sides of himself at war. His hands trembled as he tried to steady the brush, but the colors bled into each other, refusing to obey.He set the brush down, exhaling shakily. The silence pressed too tightly around him. For days, he had avoided the hard questions clawing at the back of his mind: Who am I becoming? What am I running toward? Or away from?A knock broke through his storm.He froze.“Blue? It’s me.” River’s voice carried from the hallway, cautious but firm.Blue’s stomach twisted. They hadn’t spoken properly since the night of the party—the night when too much truth had spilled out, leaving both of them raw and bleeding. He wasn’t sure he had the strength to see River’s face, but part of him craved it more than air.“Come in,” he

Blue sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring blankly at the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Lagos had never looked so distant, so harshly beautiful. The noise of the bustling city below could barely drown out the roaring in his head. His phone lay on the bedside table, screen glowing with unanswered messages—most from Alex, some from an unknown number that sent nothing but cryptic phrases."You can’t run forever.""The truth will eat you alive."He clenched his fists, willing his thoughts to slow down. He had spent years building walls, painting over the scars of the past, and yet, somehow, everything was cracking open again.The knock on the door jolted him back to the present. Blue stiffened, his heartbeat accelerating like a drumline in his chest. He wasn’t expecting anyone—not here, not now. The knocks came again, sharper this time."Blue, open the door. It’s me," Alex’s voice floated through, calm but with an edge that told Blue there was no escaping thi

Blue lay awake long after the others had drifted into uneasy slumber. The silence of the night pressed heavily against his chest, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves outside the cabin and the rhythmic breath of his companions. But even in that stillness, his mind refused to settle. The day’s revelations swirled inside him—his heritage, his fractured loyalty between the life he’d built and the life destiny demanded of him, and above all, the growing bond between him and Adrian that both terrified and steadied him.He sat up slowly, careful not to wake Adrian, who was curled against the far side of the mattress. Adrian’s arm, though relaxed in sleep, was still angled toward Blue, as if even unconsciously he sought closeness. Blue’s heart throbbed painfully at the sight. He wanted to stay, to fold himself back into that quiet warmth, but the storm inside him would not let him rest.Slipping from the bed, Blue padded across the creaking wooden floor and stepped outside. The nig

Blue sat by the window, the night pressing heavily against the glass. The city lights flickered in the distance, but they felt far away, like a world he couldn’t quite reach. His reflection stared back at him—eyes rimmed with exhaustion, jaw tense with unspoken words.He traced the rim of his glass of water absentmindedly. Tonight, everything weighed more than usual—the memories, the expectations, the identity he was still learning to embrace.Kai was in the other room, humming softly as he sorted through sketches for his upcoming exhibition. The sound should have been comforting, but instead it reminded Blue of a truth he could no longer ignore: Kai was moving forward, boldly and unapologetically, while Blue still clung to invisible chains from his past.He remembered the therapy session earlier that week, Dr. Mabel asking, “What do you feel when you say your own name?”Blue had swallowed hard, unable to respond. His silence said everything.Now, the silence between him and Kai was l