She extends her hand out towards the night sky where you lay gracefully on the crescent moon. Almost as if she’s trying to reach out towards you. She yearns for the day you will be able to notice her from down below one day.

Grace wishes the circumstances were different for y’all, but faith has its twisted way of doing things. She can’t really speak out to you, so she only hopes that you hear her soft weeping.

The universe was rather cruel towards her. The only thing she can do for now was admire you from below like she always does.