Caroline Alternate Ending

One snowy night, I sat in my chamber hoping for morning to come. As I sat there, looking at all the Christmas lights outside, I tried to escape the depressing reality that I faced. I wasn’t quite ready to accept the loss of my dear Caroline. It had only been a few weeks, and now I would have to face the holidays alone. It felt wrong to do this without her; this was her favorite time of the year. I was lost in deep thought when, suddenly, I heard strange noise coming from the hall. I thought to myself, “It’s just someone at the door.” I sat there still and waiting, and then it came again. It was louder and more demanding this time.
“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t hear you. One moment,” I said. I opened the door, expecting to find someone waiting there,
Suddenly, it occurred to me.
“Caroline?” I asked, softly.
“Caroline,” a voice whispered back. I opened my window to get a better look, but no one was there. Then, out of nowhere, a small dove flew onto my windowsill. It sat still for a moment, then flew into my room and perched itself upon my picture of Caroline. I began to laugh at the little bird.
“What shall I call you, little bird?” I said, not expecting an
Do you think I will ever get over my sweet, dear Caroline?” I asked, feeling mindless for talking to a bird.
“Nevermore,” the bird replied, to my surprise. Even though I didn’t believe the bird, it made me angry to think that I would never be able to escape the troubling situation I was in.
“Isn’t it possible for me to get a little relief from this agonizing pain?” I screamed.
“Nevermore,” the dove replied, making my anger worse than before.
“Will I ever get to see my Caroline again? Will I get to see her in heaven?” I asked, obviously not ready to hear the answer.
“Nevermore,” the dove replied, making my spirits sink even lower. Trying to make myself feel better, I came up with the idea that it had been taught how to say that. It didn’t know what it was saying. How could it understand any of what it was telling me? I felt like I was going insane.
I got angry and decided I didn’t want that bird anywhere near me anymore. All it did was cause problems, and I wanted it gone.
“Get out! Go! Shoo! Go away! I want you gone!” I screamed at the dove, but It didn’t move an inch.
“I said get out!” I screamed.
“Nevermore!” screeched the dove. I gave up at this point. There was no use. I was destined to be alone forever, so why not have a little