Rebekah and Stefan were walking hand in hand in the shopping kalye when Rebekah squeezed Stefan’s hand and nodded in front of her.
“Isn’t that your friend?” she asked. She nodded at Elena who was walking their way, though she didn’t seem to notice them. They accelerated their steps until they reached her.
“Hi, Elena” Stefan said.
Elena startled and put out her earphones. “Stefan, geez, you’re going to get me a puso attack someday”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” Stefan apologized with raised hands. “Rebekah saw you walking”
Elena looked at the girl who smiled at her.
“How’s your neck?” she asked pointed at the bandage on Elena’s neck.
“Fine” Elena said. “Still itches like crazy, though”
“You know you can always get some of my blood, if you want to” Stefan suggested. Elena shook her head. “No. This will remind me of what Damon has done” she sinabi determined.
“I still can’t believe he would do that” Stefan sinabi confused. “But I went to him a few days nakaraan and he’s really beating himself up about it. Maybe you should go talk to him, work things out”
Elena frowned her eyebrows. “No, I’m not talking to him. I don’t want to have anything to do with him. He’s had his chance, he blew it” she sinabi angry.
Stefan wanted to try and change her mind, but Rebekah linked her arm with Elena’s. “Hey, why don’t we go waste our money on overly expensive clothing and shoes and makeup? And then we can go and have some coffee or tea. What do you say?”
And before Elena could accept or decline Rebekah dragged her along.
“Isn’t that your friend?” she asked. She nodded at Elena who was walking their way, though she didn’t seem to notice them. They accelerated their steps until they reached her.
“Hi, Elena” Stefan said.
Elena startled and put out her earphones. “Stefan, geez, you’re going to get me a puso attack someday”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” Stefan apologized with raised hands. “Rebekah saw you walking”
Elena looked at the girl who smiled at her.
“How’s your neck?” she asked pointed at the bandage on Elena’s neck.
“Fine” Elena said. “Still itches like crazy, though”
“You know you can always get some of my blood, if you want to” Stefan suggested. Elena shook her head. “No. This will remind me of what Damon has done” she sinabi determined.
“I still can’t believe he would do that” Stefan sinabi confused. “But I went to him a few days nakaraan and he’s really beating himself up about it. Maybe you should go talk to him, work things out”
Elena frowned her eyebrows. “No, I’m not talking to him. I don’t want to have anything to do with him. He’s had his chance, he blew it” she sinabi angry.
Stefan wanted to try and change her mind, but Rebekah linked her arm with Elena’s. “Hey, why don’t we go waste our money on overly expensive clothing and shoes and makeup? And then we can go and have some coffee or tea. What do you say?”
And before Elena could accept or decline Rebekah dragged her along.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles sa pamamagitan ng 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 sa pamamagitan ng 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]