Damon and Elena were in the kitchen, both sitting on the dresser. Elena pulled on a hole in her jeans, making it bigger.
“The fashion trend where people wear worn off jeans has passed a long time ago, Elena” Damon smirked.
“I’m sorry’ Elena mumbled.
“It’s okay…But if toi want to make plus holes I can help you” Damon winked.
“That’s not what I’m talking about” Elena shook her head. “I’m sorry about the bracelet. Amber broke it. I know how much it means to toi and giving it to me was a really nice offer and now it’s broken and I can’t fix it”
Damon shrugged. “Well, you’re lucky it wasn’t real gold” he a dit jouer la comédie reproachful.
“But it must’ve cost a fortune! How can I ever pay that back?” Elena said.
“Maybe we can have a séance, so we can ask my mother to send us the bill” Damon joked.
“You really make fun of everything, don’t you?” Elena a dit a little shocked.
“Would toi feel better if I told toi I have something that could replace the bracelet?” Damon asked. Elena shook her head. “No plus gifts, Damon, you’ve donné me enough already” “No, no, no, it’s not a gift” Damon raised his hand. “It’s yours already”
Elena frowned, wondering what it was. Damon stuck his hand in his pocket and conjured a jewelry box. “Damon, you’re not…?” Damon chuckled. “No, I’m not” He opened the box, so Elena could see its content. “My necklace” she a dit breathless. “Where did toi find it?”
“Ric’s loft. I drove him accueil last night and he told me he had it. He thought I should be the one giving it to you” Damon said. He took the collier and Elena automatically averted her head, throwing her hair over her shoulder. He put the collier on and she turned around again. She threw her arms around him to montrer her gratitude, but in her enthusiasm she pulled them both of the dresser.
“Oww” Damon said, but Elena was choking up in laughter.
“The fashion trend where people wear worn off jeans has passed a long time ago, Elena” Damon smirked.
“I’m sorry’ Elena mumbled.
“It’s okay…But if toi want to make plus holes I can help you” Damon winked.
“That’s not what I’m talking about” Elena shook her head. “I’m sorry about the bracelet. Amber broke it. I know how much it means to toi and giving it to me was a really nice offer and now it’s broken and I can’t fix it”
Damon shrugged. “Well, you’re lucky it wasn’t real gold” he a dit jouer la comédie reproachful.
“But it must’ve cost a fortune! How can I ever pay that back?” Elena said.
“Maybe we can have a séance, so we can ask my mother to send us the bill” Damon joked.
“You really make fun of everything, don’t you?” Elena a dit a little shocked.
“Would toi feel better if I told toi I have something that could replace the bracelet?” Damon asked. Elena shook her head. “No plus gifts, Damon, you’ve donné me enough already” “No, no, no, it’s not a gift” Damon raised his hand. “It’s yours already”
Elena frowned, wondering what it was. Damon stuck his hand in his pocket and conjured a jewelry box. “Damon, you’re not…?” Damon chuckled. “No, I’m not” He opened the box, so Elena could see its content. “My necklace” she a dit breathless. “Where did toi find it?”
“Ric’s loft. I drove him accueil last night and he told me he had it. He thought I should be the one giving it to you” Damon said. He took the collier and Elena automatically averted her head, throwing her hair over her shoulder. He put the collier on and she turned around again. She threw her arms around him to montrer her gratitude, but in her enthusiasm she pulled them both of the dresser.
“Oww” Damon said, but Elena was choking up in laughter.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles par Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles par Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]