Park & Eleanor

He 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 still wasn't over her yet. He could never get over her. It sounded like such a terrible thing to do to such a beautiful thing between them.

So no, he hadn't moved on. He couldn't bring himself to. He'd just go on loving her until they met again.

DISCLAIMER: I don't support Rainbow Rowell and the racism portrayed in Eleanor and Park. As a white person, I didn't realize how harmful Park's characterization was until I educated myself on it.

This fic is officially discontinued. I haven't updated it in years, but I have no interest in continuing it now. I regret supporting and perpetuating the Asian hate in Eleanor and Park. Do not hesitate to reach out if I have offended you; I will happily remove this if it is contributing to the racism.