The bed is warm, but my chest feels like ice. I memorize the curve of his shoulder in the dark, knowing this might be the last time I get to hold him like this.
But the mere thought of it makes me want to scream until my throat bleeds.
Ren has his pride, his talent, and his ticket to the big leagues. I have to find mine on my own terms. I will go to Tokyo one day, but I won't go as his luggage. I will go when I can stand on that same stage as his equal, looking him dead in the eye with a microphone in my hand.
Here is an original creative writing piece written from Nana Osaki's perspective during the heavy, snowy night of that pivotal episode. ❄️ The Weight of the Snow
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Nobu, Yasu, and the rest of the Blast boys... they are counting on me. I am their frontwoman. If I abandon them for a comfortable life as a housewife in Tokyo, I’m killing the only part of myself that feels truly alive. I won't do it. I can't.
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