Coming to Gwen’s house without telling her was close enough to be the worst idea you ever thought of. You heard her playing her drums in her room and you opened it to see her. She was too lost in thought.

Gwen’s hands. They looked bruised because they were holding the drumsticks tightly and banging them on the instrument was worsening it in the process.

After a while, you grabbed a med kit in their apartment and bandaged her hands. Gwen looked at how gentle you were. “I was fine.” She mumbled.