He'd stopped trying to bring her back.
She only came back in moments when he let his mind wander, on lonely nights and the long, boring hours at work.
Like, he'd be mixing a latte when he'd look across the café and see a girl with red hair and he'd swear, for half a breathless moment, that it was her.
Then he'd see that the girl's hair was wrong, too light or too dark or too straight. Her eyes would be wrong and her body and the way she moved. He would see that she was so... not Eleanor.
Eleanor, who had a laugh that filled him up like his grandmother's home cooking. Eleanor, who always understood what he meant when he was trying to describe how his favorite songs made him feel. Eleanor, who smelled like vanilla and something else he could only identify as perfection.
Eleanor, who was gone.
He'd stopped trying to bring her back.
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two years, three words║eleanor & park
Fanfictionsome things never change. takes place after the end of "eleanor & park" by rainbow rowell. [disclaimer: i do not own "eleanor & park" or any related characters or settings. they are property of rainbow rowell] [cover art by brendon rike. not me.]
