ELENA
The sun filters through the windows and the chirping birds surprisingly usher me into a saddle of a good mood regardless of what happened yesterday. I don't want to ponder about what has been, but only what will be.
I don't know why Drake came over, but I will not fall for whatever that is, I won't dive into that spiral of clinging to ideas of what could be. I won't let myself be satiated with the scraps when someone else gets everything.
I move through the entire day and a few minutes after my breakfast, I am staring at grid lines on a paper across my desk in my office. Pining through each case, proferrring a solution that works fills me with this spark, pumps me with this energy that I had forgotten I love.
Why did I let myself be captured by the phenomenon of Rosa and Drake, I
