CHAPTER 11
Aria Amethyst's Point of View
Standing before Blue's door, I clutched the shoes he had given me, intending to return them. My heart raced, not out of disdain for the gift, but because accepting such extravagance filled me with overwhelming embarrassment. The shoes' worth wasn't a trifling matter, and I struggled to take them casually.
"Come in," his voice echoed from inside. With a deep breath, I turned the doorknob.
"Blue?" I called out. His room remained dim, a nocturnal sanctuary. Why did he persist in this dimness?
"Why are you here? Missing me already, Aria? We've just spent the whole day together," he remarked. I furrowed my brow.
"Huh? What do you mean? I just wanted to return these shoes," I replied.
As Blue's room was veiled in darkness, I stood there, hesitatin
