park

This was it. This was his chance. He needed to say it now before she decided to leave.

eleanor

Park had a…girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen? She thought…maybe…he would've…no.

Of course he had a girlfriend. She was an idiot for thinking he'd wait for her.

park

Could he say it? That was the real question now. He hadn't said it before. He'd thought it, sure, but it didn't feel right to say it.

How would she react? He wasn't sure.

Should he be nervous?

He already was nervous.

eleanor

That girl—what was her name again? Well whatever it is, she doesn't seem like Park's type anyhow. She seemed rough. Like a personified version of wood before you use sandpaper to smooth it out. Although, what did she know? Park did wear eyeliner. Maybe that girl was his type.

Maybe Eleanor wasn't.

park

It's been long enough, right? They were far enough along for this. Sure their first romance was short-lived, but it was good, right? Right?

He was thinking about this too much. Bad things happened when he thought too much.

eleanor

This felt wrong. A thick, sour taste had entered her mouth. She fought the urge to crinkle her nose. This was wrong. She didn't want to make a big fuss about the whole situation, but, fucking hell, she just…couldn't. She had to get out of here—go think it off or something.

She had to go.

park

"Eleanor—"

"I have to go." She slipped out of his grasp.

"Wait!" She was already gone.