Elena was lying on the lit her eyes wide open. Alaric had called her to get up, but she wanted to stay in bed. All day. Maybe listen to some sad songs.
“Elena, get your cul, ass out of bed, you’ve got mail” Alaric shouted outside her room.
“It’s Sunday, I deserve one jour of feeling miserable” Elena muttered. The latch went down and Alaric entered the room. He walked to the lit and sank down.
“I know you’re hurt” he started. “But toi can’t let him have this kind of power over you. toi can’t stop living, because he’s a jerk”
Elena wiped her eyes and sobbed. “You’re right. I know you’re right” she said, getting up. “Does it still hurt?” she asked looking at Ric’s allied hand. Ric shrugged. “Not so much. It was worth it”
Elena got out of lit and put on her dressing robe and slippers. “So, what’s this mail toi were talking about?”
“Oh, right” Alaric a dit and he handed the newspaper to her.
“Mystic Falls Daily?” Elena frowned. “How is this mail for me?”
“Trust me, it is” Alaric a dit pointing at the front page. Elena took the paper while her eyes widened. “Oh…my…God”
There was a huge picture of Damon holding a plaque saying: “I’m the biggest moron and jackass in the entire world and I’m sorry for that. I understand it if toi never want to talk to me, but I l’amour you. I need toi to know that”
“I can’t believe this” Elena mumbled breathless.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shown toi this” Alaric said. He took the paper out of her hands and threw it in the bin.
“I’m going to get ready and then I’ll be downstairs” Elena said. Alaric nodded and left the room. As soon as he shut the door Elena pulled the paper out of the bin and lay down on the lit again. Her eyes on the picture she pulled out her phone. She stared at the numbers, wondering what she should do. She sighed and put her phone away again. She decided to let Damon crawl in the dust a little longer.