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Eleanor
Eleanor watched him patiently, standing in the door frame of her bedroom was Park.
Her Park.
"Eleanor…" Park started just as patiently.
"I didn't write back, Park. I'm sorry but it's just so different here and I-," Eleanor was interrupted abruptly by Park's deep voice.
His eyes looked the same as the first time he had yelled at her
(the only time he had yelled at her).
The first day they met.
That felt like ages and ages ago. In reality it was just months ago.
They were the same eyes she looked into before they kissed for the first time
(along with every time.) His lips seemed to always be pushed together and it reminded Eleanor of her mother, her mother reminded her of Richie.
Damn, Eleanor thought, I hate memories.
"Eleanor, I just came back to tell you that I-" Park continued while Eleanor's mind was racing, entering obscene words in his deep void of a pause.
I..love you? I.. need you? No. I.. want you? This all sounds like a Bread song.
"I really-,"Park had a kind of sadness in his eyes that said,
'I'm not sad, but maybe I am. You'll never know.'
Park
Park's mind went blank.
Looking at Eleanor was like looking at a girl who didn't speak the same language you did but she somehow understood you and you didn't understand her.
You honestly didn't have to understand her. If you just look at her it's enough.
Eleanor backed away from the door in the middle of his pause. She grabbed a green tee shirt off her bed,
"I know what you're here for, Park." Her voice seemed almost annoyed as she folded the tee shirt into a perfect square. She pushed the shirt into Park's chest so that the letters on the front showed.
It read: Kiss Me I'm Irish.
"Here. I assume you want this, Park," Eleanor's face was so soft-looking when it was held captive by Park's eyes. Her lips were very… kissable.
Park wanted to press his lips against hers one last time.
"Eleanor-" He looked down at the Tee shirt in his hands. The word 'Eleanor' sounded so foreign because for months he didn't have any reason to say it.
"I- I don't want this shirt back, Eleanor," his lips felt cold when saying her name in the tone he just did.
"Then why are you here? You're making this harder than it has to be. If I would have known you would be coming back I probably would have answered you letters, Park. I thought I wouldn't see you again so I was preparing myself for that." Eleanor's face became really stiff and sorrowful.
"Eleanor," Park raised his voice this time, not yelling though.
"I came to kiss you. I came back because I missed you not to make you hate me. I love you, Eleanor, and I don't want this back," he passed the Tee shirt back into her hands while looking into Eleanor's wide green eyes.