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“I’m sorry I made you miss your stop,” Ayaka says.
Jun watches Ayaka’s hair catch the light from the lamp standards—focuses on the steady rhythm of their footsteps so that she might forget about the syncopation of her heart that she felt on the train. Ayaka sounds poised for something, like a diver on the edge of a cliff, at the very end of a peninsula—ready to plunge into futures unknown.
“I really do like someone, though,” Ayaka says, coming to a stop to face Jun, who wants nothing more than to be the ocean that catches her.