
As always Agnes went into hyper focus after she started playing. She closed her eyes halfway so she only saw the drums, and she played whatever felt right. Sometimes Agnes' playing had rhythm, sometimes it didn't. But it was what Agnes wanted to play, what felt right for her. These days Agnes didn't feel anything, her mind was numb and lifeless. But when she played Agnes could swear she felt something, like an echo of an emotion from long time ago. Agnes never wanted to stop playing, because losing that echo of an emotion was so bittersweet she always felt like crying after the sticks stopped banging the drums. But now Agnes had all the time in the world, so she just played, her drumming occasionally aggressive and almost destructive, but mostly it was slower and patient, but somehow dark and sad. Like Agnes.
@Saber
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