The next morning Bonnie felt a lot better and it looked like the weather was copying her mood. She walked outside to get some fresh air and almost stumbled over Jeremy.
“Jeremy?!” she exclaimed. Jeremy startled and looked up. He was completely soaked and wrecked. “Oh my God, you sat here all night? Let’s get you inside” Bonnie said worried. She sounded like herself again, Jeremy noticed. He got up and followed her inside. “Why didn’t you go home, Jeremy?” Bonnie asked, while she was putting some tea. “I was worried” Jeremy said, shaking from the cold. “You were acting very weird last night. Don’t you remember?” He heard how Bonnie took some cups out of the cupboard and placed them on the sink. “Yeah, unfortunately I do” she replied. “And I’m really ashamed of myself. I don’t know what got into me. I think this whole seeing dead people thing is stressing me out” “It’s stressing you out?” Jeremy asked. “How about me? I’m the one who sees them” “I know, I know” Bonnie said, while she poured the water in the cups; she’d made it boil faster with magic. “I just think it will bring a lot of stress for us, as a couple” She came into the living room and handed Jeremy his cup. “Drink up, you’ll get warm” she said. “What do you mean, for us as a couple?” Jeremy asked, putting his cup down on the living table. “I think it’s better if we stop seeing each other” Bonnie explained. Jeremy considered it a good thing he’d put the cup on the table, because otherwise he most likely would’ve dropped it on the floor. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “You heard me, Jeremy” Bonnie said. “I really think it’s for the best” “Okay, let’s just put aside the fact that I love you and I believed you to love me back. You promised you’d help me. You said you’d fix my whole seeing dead people thing” Jeremy said shocked and upset. “I will” Bonnie said with a smile. “But in order for me to succeed I need you to stay away from me as far as possible”
“Jeremy?!” she exclaimed. Jeremy startled and looked up. He was completely soaked and wrecked. “Oh my God, you sat here all night? Let’s get you inside” Bonnie said worried. She sounded like herself again, Jeremy noticed. He got up and followed her inside. “Why didn’t you go home, Jeremy?” Bonnie asked, while she was putting some tea. “I was worried” Jeremy said, shaking from the cold. “You were acting very weird last night. Don’t you remember?” He heard how Bonnie took some cups out of the cupboard and placed them on the sink. “Yeah, unfortunately I do” she replied. “And I’m really ashamed of myself. I don’t know what got into me. I think this whole seeing dead people thing is stressing me out” “It’s stressing you out?” Jeremy asked. “How about me? I’m the one who sees them” “I know, I know” Bonnie said, while she poured the water in the cups; she’d made it boil faster with magic. “I just think it will bring a lot of stress for us, as a couple” She came into the living room and handed Jeremy his cup. “Drink up, you’ll get warm” she said. “What do you mean, for us as a couple?” Jeremy asked, putting his cup down on the living table. “I think it’s better if we stop seeing each other” Bonnie explained. Jeremy considered it a good thing he’d put the cup on the table, because otherwise he most likely would’ve dropped it on the floor. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “You heard me, Jeremy” Bonnie said. “I really think it’s for the best” “Okay, let’s just put aside the fact that I love you and I believed you to love me back. You promised you’d help me. You said you’d fix my whole seeing dead people thing” Jeremy said shocked and upset. “I will” Bonnie said with a smile. “But in order for me to succeed I need you to stay away from me as far as possible”
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]