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 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. NANA Episode 5
I look at the matching lock around his neck, the key sitting heavy against my own chest. It was supposed to bind us together forever. But as I watch the snow fall outside the window, I realize that love can sometimes be the most beautiful cage we build for ourselves. The bed is warm, but my chest feels like ice