*FLASHBACK*
Park
Park could swear he had seen Eleanor on the bus. Her messy red hair done up ina bun. Her smile like a Chesire cat. he blinked and she faded away, like a memory. The only thing Park could think of was the postcard he recieved earlier that month.
Park got off the bus and walked to his language class. He sat in his usual seat, the one diagonal from Eleanor's, so he can she her broad smile that she tried so hard to hide. Park saw Eleanor sit down wearing a knitted sweater and jeans that wrapped her legs tightly. He swore he saw her messy hair bounce up and down when she walked. He was certain he saw her. He was completely certain.
Park stared at her. Park sat there and just stared at her, ignoring the teacher who was trying to teach a class and ignoring his friends who tried to snap him out of his trance.
Mr. Stessman walked over to Park and startled him causing him to look down in embarressment. Park looked up to find an empty seat. Eleanor wasn't there and she ever was. Park was hallucinating the whole thing.
That night Park recieved a postcard in the mail. It was a beautiful picture of a cottage in the middle of the forest surrounded by a bed of flowers. he turned it around to find her scratchy writing.
"I love you."
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Eleanor and Park (Sequel)
Fanfiction"You should chase after what you love," they said. What if what I love is too far for me to ever catch up? Cover creds: runxway
