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He found himself picking up the paper that morning. It was heavy in his hands. Since she left, he found himself reading the paper. He’d skim the articles for her name. He’d read through the marriages and obituaries to see if someone related to her was in them. So he almost choked when he saw it.
“…has died of a severe case of Mallory-Weiss syndrome. The funeral will be next Friday at 7. All are welcome.”
Park’s mind worked to translate what was being said. Cat was taking a medical course. She’d made him read out of Grey’s Anatomy book because she was too lazy to do it herself. And then it hit him; a Mallory-Weiss tear was a tear of the stomach. He remembered back to when he kicked that icy sludge into his mouth after she’d left. Did he swallow a rock or something? Did Park essentially kill Richie?
A smile crossed his face. She would’ve thanked him. He would sweep her up in his arms and they’d run off into the sunset together. It’d be great. She’d tell him how she loved him and he’d just place kisses all over her like he’d been longing to do.
But then he had a thought. Even though she hated Richie, she loved her mom. At least to the extent of his knowledge he did. And she was still with Richie up until now. What if she came back for his funeral? What if he got to see her again? To touch her even?
Sometimes he hated himself for bringing her back again.
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Park & Eleanor
Fiksi PenggemarHe 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...
