Author's Note

Hello there! My name's Eline, and this is my very first story on this website. I've written and posted stories online before, but that was over on Wattpad. I've been a reader on here for years, and finally worked up the courage to post some of my own work!

It's not a very long fic, but seeing as it's not a continuous story but several scenes scattered randomly throughout the book, I will be uploading this in chapters. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: You thought Simon had it rough, trying to figure out who Blue was? Just imagine how Blue feels. Set during the book, a few scenes written from Blue's perspective.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or settings. Anything you might recognize belongs to Becky Albertalli.

Warning: This contains spoilers about the identity of Blue.

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Date: August 27th, 7:29 PM

There is nothing quite like the feeling that you are different.

Knowing that people are like vast houses with tiny windows, and that behind your windows something resides that is so different from anybody else's.

How it feels, knowing that people can never fully look inside, yet they can look inside all the same.

What resides in my vast house is the fact that I am gay, and those windows make me feel exposed and yet so very hidden at the same time.

There are oceans between our houses, people never quite meeting, and in my opinion, the whole point of it all is to find a shore worth swimming to.

Reactions (1)

Date: August 27th, 10:12 PM

THIS.

I stare at the internet page on my computer, not sure what I should do. If I'm being honest, I've been in doubt as to what to do ever since that reaction appeared on my dashboard. What did this person mean by their comment? Did they relate to the post? And if so, to what part exactly? I can't help but feel that it is wishful thinking to hope they related to the second to last line, but I'm hoping for it all the same.

'Bram! Are you coming? Dinner's ready!'

Snapped out of my state of doubt, I look at the closed door of my room before looking at my computer screen again. 'Coming!' I yell, knowing mom will hear me. I've got just a second before I have to get up to go downstairs, and in that second I take a decision that may change everything.

I hit the send button.

FROM: bluegreen118

TO: hourtohour notetonote

DATE: Sep 2 at 6:47 PM

SUBJECT: This

I cannot believe I am doing this, but after reading your comment, I sort of had to.

What did you mean with it?

My name is Blue, by the way.

-Blue