Piano was something he had picked up as a hobby.
Even thought he never had any time playing what he wanted, he still enjoyed it.
He stilled enjoyed playing the songs his father had told him to play.
Enjoyed the sound the keys made.
The music seemingly giving him a sense of peace.
Something he didn't get often.
He enjoyed the satisfaction he got after he was finished, the people around the stage his father had put him on.
The shock and jealousy from stuck up wealth people his father had invite.
He enjoyed it but it was something he wouldn't do again.
It was something he himself who will never allow.
He didn't deserve that sense of freedom he had felt.
He did deserve it at all.
Not after everything he did.
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Ayanokoji struggles through realizations
RandomCrack shit that comes to my mind *none of these storys go together unless it has a part1/part2 next to it (Half of these are rant...mind ya business ok)
