park
He shouldn’t be doing this to himself. This was torture. He had gotten over her, right? That was, god, that had to have been about 5 years ago. 5 years was a long time. What if she didn’t remember him? What if she didn’t recognize him? What if she didn’t even see him? What if he didn’t see her?
No. No, he was definitely going to see her. He was going to feel that pain. He was going to let the band aid finally be ripped clean off. If not for him, for all those who heard him cry and complain for months at a time.
He wanted this. He needed this. He required this.
eleanor
She decided that she didn’t want to do this anymore a fraction of a second too late. When the engine revved and the doors locked, she almost immediately regretted letting herself go through this.
But she was going to do this. It would be healthy, right? It would give her some of that much needed closure that her aunt claimed she needed. So maybe it would be good for her. It might be really good for her. They could go out for lunch, catch up, maybe watch a movie or something. It would be really nice to see him again, she already knew.
But deep down, she knew the truth. She was Hitler and he was Europe. Seeing him would just be an appeasement. But that would only make her want him more. She’d want all of him. And it would bring her to a terrible, terrible end.
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Park & Eleanor
FanfictionHe 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...
