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Synopsis:

In the clamoring city of Tokyo, in the midst of the neon lights and clamoring swarms, there carried on with a young lady named Matsumoto Rio. To the rest of the world, Rio had all the earmarks of being a normal understudy — tranquil, bashful, and honest. Be that as it may, underneath her quiet outside prowled a perilous fixation, an affection so extreme it verged on franticness.

Rio had forever been wildly dedicated to her sweetheart, Takashi. From the second they met, she realized he was an ideal one for her, the lacking part of her spirit she had been looking for. Also, as their relationship bloomed, Rio's affection for Takashi just developed further, until it consumed her every idea and want.

Be that as it may, as their affection extended, so too did Rio's envy. She was unable to bear the prospect of any other person making a case for Takashi's warm gestures, of any other person thinking for even a second to divide them. Thus, she turned out to be progressively possessive and controlling, observing everything he might do and heading out anybody she considered a danger to their relationship.

From the start, Takashi was complimented by Rio's consideration, enchanted by her dedication and fondness. In any case, as time went on, he started to feel choked by her steady presence, her unremitting requirement for consolation and approval. He attempted to converse with Rio about his interests, to communicate his longing for a better, more adjusted relationship. In any case, Rio would not tune in, excusing his words as the absurd ramblings of somebody who didn't figure out the profundity of their adoration.

Thus, Takashi ended up trapped in a snare of Rio's making, conflicted between his affection for herself as well as his own healthy identity protection. He attempted to limit any association with Rio, to cut out space for him and recover some similarity to freedom. Be that as it may, regardless of how enthusiastically he attempted, Rio generally figured out how to worm her direction back into his life, her hang on him becoming more tight as time passes.

As Rio's desire arrived at breaking point, her way of behaving became progressively unpredictable and hazardous. She would fly into angry outbursts at the smallest incitement, savagely disparaging Takashi with venomous power. She would follow him constantly, following him any place he proceeded to keep a close eye on him with suspicious doubt. What's more, to top it all off, she would erupt brutally at anybody she saw as a danger to their relationship, resulting in a path of obliteration afterward.

Regardless of the advance notice signs, Takashi couldn't force himself to leave Rio. He feared what she could do assuming that he attempted to end things, terrified of the results of inciting her fury. Thus, he stayed caught in a harmful pattern of adoration and dread, unfit to break liberated from Rio's stifling hug.

In any case, as Rio's desire spiraled wild, it turned out to be progressively certain that their relationship was ill-fated to end in misfortune. Takashi could never again overlook the risk he was in, the genuine danger to his security presented by Rio's uncontrolled fixation. Thus, with crushing sadness and a feeling of significant pity, he settled on the hard decision to end things unequivocally.

As he defied Rio and attempted to make sense of his choice, she flew into a brutal fury, her eyes bursting with hyper force. She shouted and cried, asked and argued for him to remain, to pardon her for her offenses and allow their adoration another opportunity. Be that as it may, Takashi stayed steadfast, preparing himself against her supplications and standing firm in his choice to leave.

What's more, as he turned and left, abandoning Rio in a tempest of tears and wrath, he realize that he had gone with the ideal decision — for the two of them. For eventually, love ought to never be a jail, an enclosure to hold somebody hostage despite their desire to the contrary. It ought to be a wellspring of solidarity and backing, a guide of light in the haziest of times.

As Takashi ventured out into the cool night air, he felt a feeling of opportunity wash over him, a weight lifted from his shoulders that he hadn't even acknowledged he was conveying. Also, as he left Rio and the harmful hurricane of their relationship, he realize that he was at long last allowed to find the adoration and joy he genuinely merited./