this is in stefan's pove, but it thought the whole reasoning fit with this.
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I laid back on my bed, shoving my palms into my eyes, to try and stop the tears. Despite my efforts, tears seaped through and soaked my hair and pillow.
Just a week ago, Elena was laying beside me, bringing light into my old battered room. She was running her fingers though my hair, telling me how everything would work out. She was चुंबन me with her soft lips telling me how I was the only one she loved.
I believed her, but somewhere deep inside me, I knew it was all a lie. Nothing worked out, I wasn't the one she really and truely loved.
I locked my fingers on my fourhead and stared up at the ceiling.
God knows where she was right now with my brother. They could be anywhere. Italy, Austrila, Mexico.
I turned my head to where her note still lay on the floor. The note she left for me telling me how she had been wrong. About everything.
I threw the covers off my legs and walked over to pick up the note, पढ़ना it again.
Stefan,
This isn't how I wanted things to work out between us, but this is how it is supposed to be.
I प्यार आप Stefan and I always will, but I was wrong. About everything.
I should tell आप what exactly happened in the hotel room a few months ago. Damon and I kissed. We kissed and, and I forgot about आप for that moment. I hated myself, and told myself I would never do it again, but it still didn't ease the want for him to do it again.
It still doesn't till this day. Don't hate your brother Stefan. He gave me a choice. He said, "Before आप marry him, just know that I प्यार you, Elena. Nothing is going to change that. Not even marrying my brother. And I know, that आप प्यार me too. And आप aren't scared to प्यार me, but to leave Stefan."
He was right, Stefan. I loved him. And I was scared to hurt you. But I can't deny my feelings and go against my heart. My head कहा stay but my दिल कहा to go and आप always told me to follow my heart.
I wish I could tell आप personally. But I don;t think I would be able to stand to see the pain in your eyes and I would keep me here and that isn't what I need. I need to get away from Fell's Church. Away from everything wrong I have done.
Don't blame Damon, blame me. Don't hate your brother, hate me. I hope that when we meet again, आप will be able to at least say "Hello" to me before walking away.
I'm sorry,
Elena.
I crubmled the note in my hand and threw it across the room, tugging the hair at the back of my head.
I need to see her one और time. Just one, more, time.
As if prayers were answered, I heard a car door outside my window. I looked out to see her and Damon walking into the house.
That was it. I had got to see her one और time. The sun was shining and rising with every second. I pulled up a chair and wrote my own note.
Elena,
I don't blame आप या my brother. Feelings, are feelings and आप shouldn't hide from them. I'm glad आप followed your दिल and not your head as आप always did.
I'm going to make this note short and sweet.
There is nothing left for me here. आप were the one that kept me here, on this ground. I can't stay here, and live with this pain. This pain that makes my दिल contract and sqeeze with an unbarable pain.
I have decided that if I can not live with you, I will live with the memories आप have left for me. I don't know where I am going या how long I will be gone, but I hope too, that अगला time I see you, I will be able to say hello and walk away before anything else happens.
Goodbye Little Lovely Love,
Stefan...
I folded the paper and placed it on my now made bed. I opened the widow and inhaled her sweet scent one और time before jumping out the window and leaving with my broken heart
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I laid back on my bed, shoving my palms into my eyes, to try and stop the tears. Despite my efforts, tears seaped through and soaked my hair and pillow.
Just a week ago, Elena was laying beside me, bringing light into my old battered room. She was running her fingers though my hair, telling me how everything would work out. She was चुंबन me with her soft lips telling me how I was the only one she loved.
I believed her, but somewhere deep inside me, I knew it was all a lie. Nothing worked out, I wasn't the one she really and truely loved.
I locked my fingers on my fourhead and stared up at the ceiling.
God knows where she was right now with my brother. They could be anywhere. Italy, Austrila, Mexico.
I turned my head to where her note still lay on the floor. The note she left for me telling me how she had been wrong. About everything.
I threw the covers off my legs and walked over to pick up the note, पढ़ना it again.
Stefan,
This isn't how I wanted things to work out between us, but this is how it is supposed to be.
I प्यार आप Stefan and I always will, but I was wrong. About everything.
I should tell आप what exactly happened in the hotel room a few months ago. Damon and I kissed. We kissed and, and I forgot about आप for that moment. I hated myself, and told myself I would never do it again, but it still didn't ease the want for him to do it again.
It still doesn't till this day. Don't hate your brother Stefan. He gave me a choice. He said, "Before आप marry him, just know that I प्यार you, Elena. Nothing is going to change that. Not even marrying my brother. And I know, that आप प्यार me too. And आप aren't scared to प्यार me, but to leave Stefan."
He was right, Stefan. I loved him. And I was scared to hurt you. But I can't deny my feelings and go against my heart. My head कहा stay but my दिल कहा to go and आप always told me to follow my heart.
I wish I could tell आप personally. But I don;t think I would be able to stand to see the pain in your eyes and I would keep me here and that isn't what I need. I need to get away from Fell's Church. Away from everything wrong I have done.
Don't blame Damon, blame me. Don't hate your brother, hate me. I hope that when we meet again, आप will be able to at least say "Hello" to me before walking away.
I'm sorry,
Elena.
I crubmled the note in my hand and threw it across the room, tugging the hair at the back of my head.
I need to see her one और time. Just one, more, time.
As if prayers were answered, I heard a car door outside my window. I looked out to see her and Damon walking into the house.
That was it. I had got to see her one और time. The sun was shining and rising with every second. I pulled up a chair and wrote my own note.
Elena,
I don't blame आप या my brother. Feelings, are feelings and आप shouldn't hide from them. I'm glad आप followed your दिल and not your head as आप always did.
I'm going to make this note short and sweet.
There is nothing left for me here. आप were the one that kept me here, on this ground. I can't stay here, and live with this pain. This pain that makes my दिल contract and sqeeze with an unbarable pain.
I have decided that if I can not live with you, I will live with the memories आप have left for me. I don't know where I am going या how long I will be gone, but I hope too, that अगला time I see you, I will be able to say hello and walk away before anything else happens.
Goodbye Little Lovely Love,
Stefan...
I folded the paper and placed it on my now made bed. I opened the widow and inhaled her sweet scent one और time before jumping out the window and leaving with my broken heart
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles द्वारा 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 द्वारा 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]