βI donβt think I even breathe when weβre not together,β she whispered.
βWhich means, when I see you on Monday morning, itβs been like sixty hours since Iβve taken a breath. Thatβs probably why Iβm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when weβre apart is think about you, and all I do when weβre together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because Iβm so out of control, I canβt help myself. Iβm not even mine anymore, Iβm yours, and what if you decide that you donβt want me? How could you want me like I want you?β
β Eleanor, eleanor & park















