Conforto

Era reconfortante abrazar la música.No hubo pensamientos ni sentimientos contradictorios. Solo quería que sus dedos obedecieran sus órdenes, ya que era una de las pocas cosas que controlaba y eso era su deleite.


There was comfort in embracing music.
There were no competing thoughts or conflicting feelings.
She just wanted her fingers to obey her commands, as it was one of the few things she controlled and that was his delight.

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