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“Romeo and Juliet are just two rich kids who’ve always gotten every little thing they want. And now, they think they want each other.”
That night, Park made a tape with the Joy Division song on it, over and over again.
Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.
Before she was allowed to take the albums out of their sleeves, Eleanor used to lay them out on the floor and stare at the artwork. When she was old enough, her dad taught her how to dust the records with a wood-handled velvet brush.
How can you thank someone for the Cure?
And that’s exactly why she hadn’t said it. Because all her feelings for him—hot and beautiful in her heart—turned to gobbledygook in her mouth.
“There’s no reason to think we’re going to stop loving each other,” he said. “And there’s every reason to think that we won’t.”
You saved my life, she tried to tell him. Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I’m yours. The me that’s me right now is yours. Always.
