Eleanor and Park (Sequel)

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"Granny, granny!" Elisa said.
The little girl ran towards her grandmother holding a worn down picture in her tiny fingers. Elisa's hair was golden brown like her grandfathers. Matthew hair was a beautiful golden brown and it would have streaks of blonde in it giving it a more volumized look. Elisa was always smiling no matter the occasion. Her cheeks scattered with freckles and her nose was like her mothers. Elisa brought the photograph to her grandmother and her grandmother's heart skipped a beat.

Her Grandmother remembered the times when she would kiss the man in the picture under the willow tree and she remembered the time she went on a road trip with him. She felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. She couldn't believe that Elisa found this old photograph in that old book.
Elisa's grandmother thought of Park. Park was a real work of art. She couldn't believe that she didn't marry him. She was in love with him and that ruined her. Eleanor remembered the day she gave birth to her daughter and when Park's mother had visited her in the delivery room. She brought her flowers, red and orange lilies, her favorite kind and a cute giraffe onesie for her daughter. She also handed her a picture of Park and told her to never forget him.

Eleanor wore a smile on her face as she told her little granddaughter about her closest friend. She told little Elise how important it was to be with the one that she loved even though she wouldn't understand a word.

Eleanor knew that she wouldn't stop loving Park. She regretted ever leaving him dead on the street that day. She regretted ever going with him that day because she knew that of she wasn't with him, he wouldn't be dead and she could be with him right now. Eleanor knew that it was her fault and she would never forgive her for that.