Elena's p.o.v
Stuck at a crossroads, the laws of the land remain unfair for you.
I can feel the sorrow and disappointment in your voice.
I am your soft place to fall on.
Give me your hand. Give these moments back to me.
The present or future is not your ship to wreck.
I will keep holding on even if it stops you from completely fading to black.
Silly and sweet, you are much deeply loved.