The Fury

so many other people who could have died that night. Out of the whole town, she was the only one.

Oh, I’m starting to cry again. That’s what happens when you think about life being fair. And I can’t explain why it isn’t. I’d like to go bang on Honoria Fell’s tomb and ask her if she can explain, but she wouldn’t talk to me. I don’t think it’s something anybody knows.

I loved Elena. And I’m going to miss her terribly. The whole school is. It’s like a light that’s gone out. Robert says that’s what her name means in Latin, "light."

Now there’ll always be a part of me where the light has gone away.

I wish I’d been able to say good-bye to her, but Stefan says she sent her love to me. I’m going to try to think of that as a light to take with me.

I’d better stop writing now. Stefan’s leaving, and Matt and Meredith and Alaric and I are going to see him off. I didn’t mean to get so into this; I’ve never kept a journal myself. But I want people to know the truth about Elena. She wasn’t a saint. She wasn’t always sweet and good and honest and agreeable. But she was strong and loving and loyal to her friends, and in the end she did the most unselfish thing anybody could do. Meredith says it means she chose light over darkness. I want people to know that so they’ll always remember.

I always will.