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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Tomorrow, the train leaves. Tomorrow, I choose to be Nana Osaki, and nothing else. Nobu, Yasu, and the rest of the Blast boys
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. If I abandon them for a comfortable life
If I follow him now, who do I become? I would just be an extension of Ren Honjo. A ghost hovering behind his bass guitar. I didn't claw my way out of my miserable childhood and find my voice on a stage just to hand my identity over to a man, no matter how desperately I love him.
Sitting here in the quiet dimness, Ren’s breathing is the only anchor I have left. He is asleep, dreaming of a future in Tokyo that doesn't strictly have a carved-out space for me—not the real me. He asked me to go with him. It would be so easy to say yes. I could pack my bags, board that train, and live in his shadow. I could be the doting girlfriend waiting in a cramped apartment while he lives out his rock-and-roll fantasies with Trapnest.