Is it odd that I winced at the movie director's decision to change the ending? The tropes in this genre are tropes not because its an easy outlet but because of the frequency with which these things evolve and devolve. Its in this both liberating and suffocating milieu that the story develops and the characters are introduced. The inevitability of the story is a prolonged ache that starts somewhere in fifth page and ends with the shot of blue ocean. It is fitting for the tone Maroh sets early on and the way the characters worm and weave around sexuality, identity and the wanting longing of absolute freedom without judgment. 
 The tragic nature of color transcends initial few pages when it literally warms the pages with its presence; always enticing, definitely moving and so, so alluring. The compare and contrast are brilliant in the way cinematography works. Maroh offers colors when its a neutral setting and makes the color a charming neutral with splashes of blue when "love" comes into equation. The words pushes, pulls, tugs and clutches with bloody hooks as several emotions erupt for our beloved character. 
 I ended the book with a heavy heart. Its a story that clutches and claws at your bones and refuses to let go until you acknowledge and give it the attention that deserves. Shed a few tears. Burn the frustration. Stuff your mind with numbing action movies. Some part of the book will still stay with you. The fantastic blue will be a reminder of this troubled, new, scabbing, exhilarating, tragic, epic, muted, fun, happy, scorching, scathing love that the two characters experienced. 
 This book is here to stay.