Semua Bab Becoming Blue : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The autumn air hung heavy that evening, the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones and left behind the feeling of something unfinished, something unsaid. Adrian sat alone on the wooden bench in the park, his knees pulled up slightly, fingers gripping the edge of his coat. The world around him looked muted—the golds and reds of fallen leaves now darkened by damp soil, the laughter of children distant as they were pulled home by parents for dinner. And yet, inside Adrian’s chest, everything was a storm.The confrontation with Julian still echoed in his mind. Words he never thought he’d hear had left Julian’s mouth like shards of glass. “You don’t know who you are, Adrian. Until you face that, you’ll keep hurting everyone you claim to love.”Those words replayed, over and over.Because deep down, Julian was right.Adrian didn’t fully know himself. He had built his life on fragments—pieces of what he thought he was supposed to be, shadows of who others wanted him to become. Every deci

The city was restless that night, a storm rolling in from the horizon, mirroring the turbulence in Adrian’s chest. Rain tapped against the tall windows of Julian’s apartment, soft at first, but quickly escalating into a furious drumming. Inside, the lights were dim, the air thick with the unspoken words that had been lingering between them for weeks.Julian sat on the edge of the sofa, his long fingers threading and unthreading nervously. His usual calm, that effortless composure that made him seem untouchable, was fractured. Adrian noticed it—every twitch of his hand, every shallow breath—and it gnawed at him.“You’ve been quiet,” Adrian said finally, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but his pulse was anything but.Julian’s eyes flicked toward him, blue and clouded like the storm outside. “And you’ve been… distant.”The accusation stung more than Adrian expected. He had been distant—caught between Eli’s sudden reappearance and the confusion that came with it. Eli wasn’t ju

The night air was thick with the hum of a city that never truly slept. Neon lights flickered across cracked pavement, and the smell of rain-soaked asphalt clung to every breath Adrian took as he leaned against the iron railing of the rooftop. From up here, the chaos below was softened, blurred into a restless lullaby. But inside him, chaos was sharper, louder, and impossible to ignore.For weeks now, secrets had piled between them—secrets spoken in half-truths, secrets unspoken but heavy, secrets that threatened to collapse the fragile foundation of what he and Liam were building. Every smile Liam gave him, every touch that lingered too long, every confession whispered in the dark—they all carried the weight of something untold.Adrian closed his eyes, gripping the railing tighter. He had promised himself he would stop running, stop hiding from who he was. And yet, here he was, rehearsing conversations he didn’t have the courage to start. His heart wanted freedom. His past demanded si

The night sky stretched endlessly above Adrian as he leaned against the balcony railing of Liam’s apartment. The city below glittered with a thousand lights, alive with the quiet hum of traffic, the occasional laughter from the street, and the faint whisper of music spilling from some late-night bar. Yet, despite the chaos and beauty surrounding him, Adrian felt an ache of loneliness he couldn’t shake.Inside, the faint sound of a piano drifted from Liam’s living room—a haunting melody, soft but sharp enough to pierce Adrian’s chest. Liam had been playing more often lately, though Adrian suspected it wasn’t really for himself. It was for him. It was Liam’s way of speaking without words, of opening up the depths of his heart in notes and pauses where his voice might falter.Adrian closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to settle the storm inside him. So much had happened in the last few weeks that it was hard to remember when things were simple—before secrets had spilled out, befo

The night had folded into silence, broken only by the faint hum of the city below. From Liam’s apartment balcony, the glow of distant headlights painted the skyline, scattered like fireflies trapped in glass. He leaned against the railing, shoulders hunched forward, the tension in his frame betraying the storm inside him.Adrian stood behind him, watching with a kind of quiet ache that only deepened the longer he stayed silent. For years, he had watched Liam put on a brave face, swallow his feelings, and wear masks polished enough to convince the world he was fine. But tonight, those masks were slipping. Tonight, Liam’s walls had cracks, and Adrian didn’t know whether to climb through or let them fall on their own.“You’ve been quiet,” Adrian finally said, his voice steady but laced with concern.Liam turned slightly, his profile sharp under the glow of the moon. His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, Adrian thought he wouldn’t answer at all. But then, Liam exhaled. “Do