"With a shaking hand, he carefully placed the postcard gently on the table beside his waterbed. Every second felt like eternity with him. His heart pounded so loudly that he was convinced the rapid beats vibrated through his eardrums. Eleanor, he thought. Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor. The only one who brings his best side. The only one who makes his stomach twist into knots and the same one who broke his heart. Eleanor.
Even after a year's worth of unreplied letters, letters which he poured his soul into, she still holds the position of the only one who is able to make him feel like he's free falling, like he knows he's in extreme vulnerability, and he knows he's just going to end up hurt and yet, and yet he still can't help but enjoy the ride. Enjoy the laughs and the kisses and the hugs before the upcoming emotional turmoil kicks in. His love for her was still unwavering, if anything, waiting made him love her more, though after the unanswered letters, he wasn't sure Eleanor returned those feelings. Park wasn't sure how long was he glued to the bed, hands clenched into fists, lips pursed into a pucker. HOW DARE SHE, he thought,HOW DARE SHE not reply to any of his letters, not even to say how she was fucking doing, how she was finding her new fucking school, or even to inform Park that she was ALIVE. Park sighed exasperatedly. this girl is impossible. He didn't even know what she doing for the year. Unless, Park's gears in his head started to turn. Unless, it wasn't a what she was doing, it was WHO. . That must be it. What else could it be. She found a new guy. A bulkier, taller, sexier roommate who doesn't have to sweep hair off the floor after the end of the day in his garage aka makeshift salon. He probably boxes, yes, boxing, way cooler that goddamn tae kwan do. and he must drive a huge truck with his initials in the plate number, his impala nothingcompared to it. Park's knuckles were white by now. The vein in his neck pulsing near his jugular, his face turning pink. Damn it, Eleanor's new guy probably turn pink. Park thought bitterly. he probably turns into a macho shade of red.
Park couldn't take it anymore. Screw this, if she's with another guy, He doesn't give a fuck. He can find a new girl. But, he paused, I have to go see her. I need to see her. Just once, he nodded. Just once more before he forgets everything that he's ever done with her. So Park nods to himself reassuringly, giving himself a mental pat in the back, and grabbed the keys to his Impala, before driving to the oh so familiar highway.
The drive to Eleanor's new house was quick, or maybe it's because Park was going way more than the speed limit, but couldn't care less. He was going there to finish something, and he won't stop until he feels relieved and until he doesn't have that pit in his stomach anymore. He reached the house with a triumphant huff, and made his way to knock on the door. He didn't know what to expect really, maybe a shirtless guy opening the door with just fucked hair and ELEANOR tattooed across his abs or something, but what he did not expect was Eleanor looking up at him with wide eyes, his walkman and headphones dangling across her neck.