As we neared the porch, a voice called my name from behind us. We span around and saw Stefan at the end of the pathway.
“Bonnie, why don’t tu go inside?” I said, and she nodded in agreement. Soon I was standing with Stefan and he looked into my eyes.
“Elena, what Damon said…about not wanting to see tu risking your life…I agree. I can’t watch tu do that to yourself either. I amor you, even though it’s clear tu no longer feel the same way towards me as tu did before. So, while this idea is still in your mind, I won’t be around to help out with anything. And neither will Damon. When tu realise what you’ve agreed to and decide not to do it, let me know,” I opened my mouth to speak but he put his finger on my lips. “No, Elena. Nothing tu can say will make me change how I feel about this situation.” And with that he was gone. A tear ran down my face. I was hurting them. Both of them. They were scared of losing me. But they didn’t understand. I HAD to do this.
I went inside and found Aunt Jenna holding a hot/cold pack on Bonnie’s injured arm. As I walked in they both looked up and smiled at me.
“My arm’s better now,” Bonnie dicho to me. I sat down beside her and took the hot/cold pack from Aunt Jenna. I held it firmly against her arm.
“Elena, I have to go into town for a while. I’ll be back later. I hope your arm feels better soon Bonnie,” Aunt Jenna dicho as she grabbed her car keys from the cocina work top. When the door shut I searched Bonnie’s face for any inkling of her remembering what I’d told her.
“Elena, I’ll help you. I know I dicho I wouldn’t but I’ve…changed my mind. I see now that it’s…for the best,” she dicho calmly, smiling. It hurt me that this was the compulsion talking, not my best friend. If she hadn’t been compelled she would be totally against the idea.
Later that day, after Bonnie’s arm was nearly back to normal, I drove her home. As I drove away I was sure I caught sight of Katherine in the trees. When I looked back at the place I thought I’d seen her, there was no one there. She was following me. I shivered and put my foot down. When I finally got inicial I fell onto my cama and breathed out heavily. I opened my eyes to see Damon staring blankly at the floor. I gasped in shock. Eventually I calmed down.
“Damon….I’m sorry…” I dicho softly. He didn’t look at me.
“Why…why would tu do this Elena…” he dicho quietly. I saw a tear roll down his cheek and I watched as it hit my carpet silently. I went to him and tried to hug him but he pushed me away and still didn’t look me in the eye. “What if I lose tu Elena? What if it doesn’t work? What if…you die?” he choked the last two words and he wiped his eyes on his sleeve. He was truly upset.
“Damon…Damon, I’m sorry! I can’t explain it, but this is something I feel – no I KNOW – that I need to do,” I replied, tears beginning in my eyes. I crushed me to see him hurting this way, but this wasn’t to do with him. This was my problem, and I was dragging him down in it. He was hurting due to me.
“Are tu willing to risk your family and your friends losing you? They may never see tu again, and tu may never see them. Think of how many people tu could be hurting!” And he slammed his fist on my side board, causing it to crack. He didn’t seem to care. “I won’t be a part of tu killing yourself, Elena. I refuse to see it. Until tu come back to me and tell me that you’ve changed your mind, tu won’t see me again. I can’t oso, oso de hurting any más than I already am,” I reached my hand out to him, unable to speak. He rushed out of my window and disappeared. I broke down into tears. He didn’t understand. No one did.