He wouldn't go looking for someone older or smarter. Maybe if she could write like other people, Stefan would stop sleeping in his chair and would hold her on the big bed. She had been using them to try to imitate the words. That was before he saw the bits of pencil, broken from too hard a grip, and the carefully hoarded paper napkins. 'But why, love? You'll learn to read again. The paper was dotted with the marks of her tears. He had found her in the bathroom, poring anxiously over a newspaper, trying to make sense of the little squiggles that she knew were words she once recognized. That was why, some nights ago, Stefan had woken up to find her gone from her bed. What if Stefan found someone in the meantime who could walk and talk - and write, even? Elena worried over this. She would no longer be a young adult with a childlike mind, the way the spirits had clearly wanted her to be: growing, seeing the world with new eyes, the eyes of a child.Įlena thought that the spirits had been a little unfair. Then she would act like the teenager she really was.

Even though sometimes it was easier to communicate than others, Stefan was sure she would be herself again someday soon. Stefan had also told her excitedly that she was learning like wildfire every day. He didn't know why she'd forgotten - he'd never known anyone who'd come back from death except vampires - which Elena had been, but certainly was no longer. Stefan told her that when she'd first woken up, first come back from the Other Side after her death as a vampire, she'd been able to walk and talk and do all sorts of things that she seemed to have forgotten She couldn't even send it telepathically to him - it all came as fragmented images.Īfter all, it was only the seventh day of her new life. There was so much she needed to ask him.and to tell him. She wanted to put into words all the feelings that were piled behind her clumsy tongue and stubborn mind.

He was so handsome that he broke her heart, with his pale, chiseled features and his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead. 'Canyou say it, lovely love?'Įlena looked back at him solemnly. They shone like green spring leaves in the sunlight. 'Stefan,' he coaxed, leaning on an elbow and looking at her with those eyes that always made her almost forget what she was trying to say. She couldn't make the mind-word come out the way she wanted.

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