Park
Cat wanted to see a movie.
Eleanor would've wanted to see a concert.
A lump rose in Park's throat and he swallowed, looking over at Cat, sitting in the seat next to him. Her eyes were as lifeless as Altoid mints.
Eleanor. Eleanor.
It is over.
Park leaned over and kissed Cat- he felt her gasp of surprise against his lips.
Nothing like Eleanor.
Park squeezed his eyes shut and wound his fingers into Cat's hair, drowning the thoughts of Eleanor, of love, until they were gone.
