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After the loss of his father, Caesar Tiu finds himself retreating into a world of silence. Once a confident top student, he now walks through life as a shadow of who he used to be—detached, indifferent, and unwilling to let anyone in. That is until he meets Blythe, a girl with platinum blonde hair and eyes as bright as the sky. Unlike him, she is bold, outspoken, and completely unafraid to challenge his quiet world.

What starts as an unexpected friendship slowly turns into something deeper. Through Blythe, Caesar rediscovers laughter, trust, and the warmth of human connection. But emotions are never simple, and when an unexpected rumor threatens to break their fragile bond, Caesar is forced to confront feelings he never intended to acknowledge. Meanwhile, Zach, the arrogant boy he once disliked, slowly becomes an unexpected ally, proving that even the most unlikely friendships can hold meaning.

Blue is a heartfelt story of love, loss, and healing—of a boy learning to face his past and a girl who teaches him that even in the loneliest moments, there is always a shade of blue waiting to be seen.

Blue:What the Sky Remembers

The days blurred into weeks, then months. Caesar got used to the new rhythm of his life – or at least, he told himself he did. He filled the space where Blythe used to be with new friends, new activities, a carefully constructed facade of normalcy designed to mask the emptiness within. He laughed louder, joked more freely, and let himself be swept up in the whirlwind of his newfound social life. If he kept moving, if he kept busy, maybe the pain would eventually fade. Maybe, in time, he'd forget. And maybe, a chilling thought, she already had.

One evening, huddled with his new group of friends in a noisy café, the conversation veered towards a school event.

"Remember that history presentation?" Mark, one of his newer friends, chuckled. "That was a train wreck."

A few others joined in, laughing. Caesar forced a smile, but a knot tightened in his stomach. He waited, expecting someone to mention Blythe, to reminisce about their infamous argument in class. But the laughter died down, the conversation shifting seamlessly to another topic. Blythe's name remained unspoken.

Later, alone in his room, the silence pressed in. It wasn't the deafening silence of loneliness; it was something different, more subtle, more insidious. It was the silence of omission, the deliberate avoidance of her name, the unspoken agreement to pretend she had never existed. He scrolled through his phone, glancing at old messages, half-deleted photos. Memories, sharp and painful, flooded back, each one a stark reminder of the chasm that had opened between them.

He bumped into Liam in the hallway a few days later. Liam, his oldest friend, the one who had always understood him.

"Hey," Liam said, his voice hesitant. "How's it going?"

"You've been… different," Liam observed, his gaze searching. "Since… you know."

Caesar looked away, unable to meet his friend's eyes. "I'm busy," he mumbled. "Lots going on."

"Yeah, I've noticed," Liam said softly. "But it's not the same, is it?"

Caesar didn't answer. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and unspoken. He knew Liam understood. He knew Liam saw through the carefully constructed facade, the forced laughter, the frantic activity. He knew Liam saw the emptiness.

"It's like she's… disappeared," Caesar finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Like she's a ghost, and nobody wants to talk about her."

Liam nodded, his expression somber. "I know. It's… strange, isn't it? Like she never even existed."

"Exactly," Caesar said, a wave of despair washing over him. "And that's worse than being lonely. It's like… she was never really here."

Liam placed a hand on his shoulder, a gesture of silent support. "It's not true, Caesar. She was here. And you'll get through this. It just takes time."

The words offered little comfort, but the gesture meant everything. He knew Liam was right, but the pain remained, a dull ache that pulsed beneath the surface of his busy life, a constant reminder of the name that had faded, the girl who had vanished, and the relationship that was irrevocably lost. The silence, once a void, now felt like a deliberate erasure, a collective decision to forget, a forgetting that hurt more than any shouting match or bitter argument ever could.

A Name That Fades