“How are toi holding up?” Bonnie carefully tried to make a conversation. Elena rewarded her with a furious don’t ask stupid questions look. “You know, I’ve been trying to communicate with the spirits. Maybe I can persuade them to help you”
“No, thank you. I think you’ve done enough already” Elena replied cold.
Bonnie looked down and thought about leaving for a second, but then lectured. No plus running, no plus hiding. It was time to own up to her mistakes.
“Elena” Bonnie started, looking up again. “There’s something I’ve wanted to tell toi ever since I was released from the tomb” She paused to take a deep breath. “I’m sorry…I’m not sure why I waited this long to say it. I think I was trying to give toi space, wait until you’re ready”
Elena raised her eyebrows. “You think I’m ready now? toi think I want to hear your pathetic apologies now?” she snapped.
“There’s not much time left. If I don’t say it now, I’ll never get the chance” Bonnie explained.
“Oh, so this isn’t about me. It’s about you, getting a clear conscience before it’s too late” Elena snarled. She coughed and when she looked at her hands she noticed blood.
“Oh my God” Bonnie a dit breathless and she looked feral at the blood. “You…you want me to get a doctor?”
Elena coughed some more, but shook her head. She lied down on the oreiller and closed her eyes. Bonnie believed that was her cue to leave, but when Elena heard the lit creak, she muttered: “Wait”
Bonnie sat down again and Elena slowly opened her eyes.
“Am I selfish for not wanting to become a vampire?” she shot her question. She knew Bonnie was going to give her an honest answer. She owed her that.
“What I think is irrelevant” Bonnie a dit after a while. “But if toi want to hear my opinion, I’d say that you’ve done everything toi could to be with Damon. Too much to give it all up now” She stood and left the room, leaving Elena to think about that.
“No, thank you. I think you’ve done enough already” Elena replied cold.
Bonnie looked down and thought about leaving for a second, but then lectured. No plus running, no plus hiding. It was time to own up to her mistakes.
“Elena” Bonnie started, looking up again. “There’s something I’ve wanted to tell toi ever since I was released from the tomb” She paused to take a deep breath. “I’m sorry…I’m not sure why I waited this long to say it. I think I was trying to give toi space, wait until you’re ready”
Elena raised her eyebrows. “You think I’m ready now? toi think I want to hear your pathetic apologies now?” she snapped.
“There’s not much time left. If I don’t say it now, I’ll never get the chance” Bonnie explained.
“Oh, so this isn’t about me. It’s about you, getting a clear conscience before it’s too late” Elena snarled. She coughed and when she looked at her hands she noticed blood.
“Oh my God” Bonnie a dit breathless and she looked feral at the blood. “You…you want me to get a doctor?”
Elena coughed some more, but shook her head. She lied down on the oreiller and closed her eyes. Bonnie believed that was her cue to leave, but when Elena heard the lit creak, she muttered: “Wait”
Bonnie sat down again and Elena slowly opened her eyes.
“Am I selfish for not wanting to become a vampire?” she shot her question. She knew Bonnie was going to give her an honest answer. She owed her that.
“What I think is irrelevant” Bonnie a dit after a while. “But if toi want to hear my opinion, I’d say that you’ve done everything toi could to be with Damon. Too much to give it all up now” She stood and left the room, leaving Elena to think about that.
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]