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There was something different about Amane that day. His eyes gazing out to sea were straight, yet somehow sad, and somehow very fragile. His side profile illuminated by the setting sun was more beautiful than any other work of art in this world, causing my heart to beat noticeably louder.

When such Amane noticed me, he immediately hid his previous expression with a small smile and approached me. ──As he did, suddenly, in a fluid motion, he wrapped his right hand around my shoulder, as if to embrace me. Bewildered, I feel my chin gently being lifted up by his left hand as he brought his face close to my lips────

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“────That’s the dream I had.”

“Good morning, Himezaki-san. Is that perhaps an excuse for being late?”

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(T/N: 青色吐息 - literally meant ‘blue-colored long breath’, meaning ‘deep distress’ (even though it’s actually wrong), but the title here is: 桃色の吐息 - ‘pink-colored long breath’ I don’t know if there’s a connection between the two.)

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