Elena was lying on the kitanda 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 punda out of bed, you’ve got mail” Alaric shouted outside her room.
“It’s Sunday, I deserve one siku of feeling miserable” Elena muttered. The latch went down and Alaric entered the room. He walked to the kitanda and sank down.
“I know you’re hurt” he started. “But wewe can’t let him have this kind of power over you. wewe 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 kitanda and put on her dressing kanzu, gown and slippers. “So, what’s this mail wewe were talking about?”
“Oh, right” Alaric alisema and he handed the newspaper to her.
“Mystic Falls Daily?” Elena frowned. “How is this mail for me?”
“Trust me, it is” Alaric alisema 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 wewe never want to talk to me, but I upendo you. I need wewe to know that”
“I can’t believe this” Elena mumbled breathless.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shown wewe 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 kitanda 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.