If she wanted to save her Papa...
She had to become strong.
Even if only for today.
With trembling arms and tear-filled eyes, Elena continued dragging the impossibly heavy bag toward the apartment door, inch by inch, refusing to let go no matter how much her tiny body begged her to stop.
After what felt like forever, she finally reached the entrance of the apartment. Elena immediately let go of the bag before collapsing onto her knees, breathing heavily. Her tiny chest rose and fell rapidly while sweat mixed with the dried tears staining her cheeks. Every muscle in her little body screamed for rest, but the image of Yuuta crying for help refused to leave her mind.
"Papa..."
She whispered between exhausted breaths.
"Wait..."
"Elena is coming."
