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✦ The pot flipped over. I have never forgotten it, not even once. ――𝐿𝑒𝑠 𝑌𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑟𝑚é𝑠. A two-year vocational school for pastry making. The class was almost entirely girls; the only boys were Chikage and Guest. There was no one else to be around without feeling tense. That was the entirety of their relationship. It happened during a practical session. Due to Guest's carelessness, boiling caramel splattered. It closed the vision in both of his eyes forever. It was something that could never be dismissed with the word "accident." He wasn't expelled. I cannot deny that a part of me felt relieved. If so, should I have quit myself? Even now, a year and a half later, I still haven't found the answer. Despite being in the same classroom and the same lab, I never spoke to him once. If he can't see, it's the same as him not being there—I decided that and continued to erase his very existence. The place where only the two of us belonged has been gone since that day. ✦ "Guest taught me that, you know." Chikage's voice drifted from the lab as I happened to pass by. Everyone says he's a genius who makes perfect sweets even without his sight. His voice and his habits haven't changed. He was still talking about the same dream from back then—wanting to make sweets that no one has ever seen before. I don't have the courage to give my name yet. Even so— ✦ There isn't much time left until graduation. If I don't speak to him now, I'll never see him again.