park
This was it. This was his chance. He needed to say it now before she decided to leave.
eleanor
Park had a...girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen? She thought...maybe...he would've...no.
Of course he had a girlfriend. She was an idiot for thinking he'd wait for her.
park
Could he say it? That was the real question now. He hadn't said it before. He'd thought it, sure, but it didn't feel right to say it.
How would she react? He wasn't sure.
Should he be nervous?
He already was nervous.
eleanor
That girl—what was her name again? Well whatever it is, she doesn't seem like Park's type anyhow. She seemed rough. Like a personified version of wood before you use sandpaper to smooth it out. Although, what did she know? Park did wear eyeliner. Maybe that girl was his type.
Maybe Eleanor wasn't.
park
It's been long enough, right? They were far enough along for this. Sure their first romance was short-lived, but it was good, right? Right?
He was thinking about this too much. Bad things happened when he thought too much.
eleanor
This felt wrong. A thick, sour taste had entered her mouth. She fought the urge to crinkle her nose. This was wrong. She didn't want to make a big fuss about the whole situation, but, fucking hell, she just...couldn't . She had to get out of here—go think it off or something.
She had to go.
park
"Eleanor—"
"I have to go." She slipped out of his grasp.
"Wait!" She was already gone.
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Park & Eleanor
أدب الهواةHe was still drunk on her. So drunk on her, in fact, everything else seemed blurry compared to her. Every aspect of her still got to him in ways he couldn't quite capture. And although time had passed, and time is supposed to heal all wounds, he st...
