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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

Caesar had never fought for anything that wasn't handed to him.

Basketball? He was naturally good at it. Friends? They came easy once he stopped being the quiet kid in the back of the room. Popularity? It just happened.

She was the only thing he had ever truly wanted.

And now, for the first time, he was going to fight for her.

The problem was, he didn't know where to start.

Blythe had made it clear—he couldn't just expect things to go back to the way they were. He had to prove himself. But how?

He needed to remind her why they had fallen for each other in the first place.

Why, despite everything, they still mattered.

No note, no name—just a single, bright yellow flower waiting for her.

He didn't stick around to see her reaction. He didn't need to.

They had a shared history class, and Blythe always forgot to bring a pen. Caesar used to tease her about it, always handing her one with a smirk.

But now, she borrowed from someone else.

So that morning, before class started, he slid a pen onto her desk.

She hesitated for half a second before picking it up.

By the third day, she was noticing.

She didn't say anything about the sunflower. Didn't acknowledge the pen. Didn't call him out when she caught him staring.

But she wasn't ignoring him anymore.

Blythe had a habit of staying late after school, sitting by the big window in the art wing, sketching in her notebook. It was her favorite quiet place. He had always known that.

So that afternoon, as she sat with her pencil in hand, lost in thought, he sat down across from her.

Caesar smiled, leaning back. "Can I see?"

She hesitated, then tilted her sketchbook toward him.

Soft clouds, shaded in detail. A few birds in the distance. And in the corner, barely visible—

Blythe quickly closed the book. "It's not finished."

He swallowed. "It's me, isn't it?"

For the first time in months, hope sparked in his chest.

Maybe—just maybe—he wasn't too late after all.

Fighting for Her