Ayame would be sitting at one of the easels. A paint brush in her hand, Ayame dipped it into some paint and began to finish her painting.
Her ear buds were back in and she was facing away from the door so she would be oblivious to anyone who walked into the art room. Nodding her head to the music, Ayame skillfully used her brushes and paints to capture, what somed called, a dark scene. To her it was beautiful.
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