“I tried, Bonnie, but like I said it didn’t work”
Caroline and Bonnie were sitting on Caroline’s bed, a large bag of candy between them. “Well, then you didn’t try hard enough” Bonnie snapped. “Why did you have to bring Elena with you anyway?”
“I’m sorry?” Caroline said, getting up from the bed. “I wouldn’t have been there if not for Elena. She’s the one that dragged me to Ric’s loft in the first place. You’re the one that butted in without an ivitation”
Bonnies face changed from angry to upset. “I’m sorry, Caroline” she said soft. She bowed her head and started crying. “It’s just…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know how I can make it up. I screwed up so hard”
Caroline sank down on the bed again. “Hey, don’t cry, okay” she said. “You know all you have to do is lift the spell on Elena and then he might talk to you again…But Damon told me you couldn’t”
Bonnie nodded.
“Okay, I know something” Caroline said. “I have an idea to fix this. It’s one of the oldest tricks in the book, but I promise it’ll work”
Bonnie wiped her tears. “Okay, what is it?”
Caroline conjured her phone. “I will call Damon to tell Elena wants to meet him at my place. He’ll come running straight here. I'll create some sphere and make sure you have the place for yourself"
“Great plan, Caroline” Bonnie said. “The only problem is Elena will be with him, they’re like a Siamese twin”
“Not if you make sure she’s not” Caroline said.
Outside Katherine was clinging on the wall next to Caroline’s room. As soon as she realized the conversation had reached its climax she let go and landed on the ground. Then she rushed back home.
Caroline and Bonnie were sitting on Caroline’s bed, a large bag of candy between them. “Well, then you didn’t try hard enough” Bonnie snapped. “Why did you have to bring Elena with you anyway?”
“I’m sorry?” Caroline said, getting up from the bed. “I wouldn’t have been there if not for Elena. She’s the one that dragged me to Ric’s loft in the first place. You’re the one that butted in without an ivitation”
Bonnies face changed from angry to upset. “I’m sorry, Caroline” she said soft. She bowed her head and started crying. “It’s just…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know how I can make it up. I screwed up so hard”
Caroline sank down on the bed again. “Hey, don’t cry, okay” she said. “You know all you have to do is lift the spell on Elena and then he might talk to you again…But Damon told me you couldn’t”
Bonnie nodded.
“Okay, I know something” Caroline said. “I have an idea to fix this. It’s one of the oldest tricks in the book, but I promise it’ll work”
Bonnie wiped her tears. “Okay, what is it?”
Caroline conjured her phone. “I will call Damon to tell Elena wants to meet him at my place. He’ll come running straight here. I'll create some sphere and make sure you have the place for yourself"
“Great plan, Caroline” Bonnie said. “The only problem is Elena will be with him, they’re like a Siamese twin”
“Not if you make sure she’s not” Caroline said.
Outside Katherine was clinging on the wall next to Caroline’s room. As soon as she realized the conversation had reached its climax she let go and landed on the ground. Then she rushed back home.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles by 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 by 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]
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