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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.

Here is an original creative writing piece written from Nana Osaki's perspective during the heavy, snowy night of that pivotal episode. ā„ļø The Weight of the Snow

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.

In the masterpiece anime and manga series NANA by Ai Yazawa, . It is the emotional catalyst where Nana Osaki realizes that true independence means not merely following the person she loves.

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.

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.

Tomorrow, the train leaves. Tomorrow, I choose to be Nana Osaki, and nothing else.