Hello to everyone reading my story! This is my first fanfiction, so review! I want to make my writing more enjoyable for everyone.
Disclaimer, I don't own Eleanor and Park, though I wish I did.
Anyways, enjoy the first real chapter of "With All My Heart" from Park's POV.
-FIVE YEARS LATER-
I was walking through the subway station, notebook in my hand. I was about to get on the train going to the dorm when a postcard slipped out of my notebook. I ran to save it, it was just too important for me to lose because of the wind.
"Please step away from the platform, the train is now leaving."
Through the crowd of people, anyone could have seen me standing with several emotions flashing across my face. It probably was an odd sight, what was some Asian boy doing staring at a postcard in the middle of the subway station. But knowing many of the people from this area weren't kind enough to ask me if I was okay, they would leave me alone.
But, if someone would have looked closely at my face, they would have seen tears. The tattered postcard was fraying at the edges. It was from my first girlfriend, Eleanor Douglas, and even though I had dated many girls since then I could never, ever forget her. She was the one who came into my life and told me I could be anything; she was the one that was always there and who I was always there for. I kept the postcard just to remind me to keep going and to give me the motivation that I would see her one day. I sighed in relief that the postcard was okay, hugged the postcard fondly, and tucked it back inside the notebook.
I turned away quickly, with the turn of my heel, and my eyes widened when I saw her. She was standing against a pillar, feet crossed and arms folded; headphones over her ears. I smiled, she looked prettier than ever. I was about to walk over and wave, when another girl comes over and starts talking to her animatedly, and with her Eleanor walked away; away from me. This sight pained me, why does it feel like this has happened before. A time where she was walking farther and farther away from me. A time where even when I wanted to reach out and grab one of her soft red curls, my hand would only touch emptiness; where when I tried to run after her, it seemed that our distance would only grow larger.
My hand still halfway in the air, I turned around and walked the other way. Trying to shake the hope of being with her again, out of mind, but it wouldn't leave. So, I walked back to the dorms, hoping that someday soon our paths will cross once again.
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