One-shot. Park se sentó. Sonrió. Algo macizo y alado despegó volando de su pecho. Eleanor no le había escrito una carta sino una postal. De solo dos palabras: Lo siento. Continuidad del final de Eleanor and Park

An extra part to end on Eleanor and Park

Park reads Eleanor's postcard. What happens next?

"Este es un epílogo para Eleanor & Park. Me encanta esta historia y pensé que merecía un buen final. Díganme que piensan" Esta es una pequeña traducción que hice. Espero que lo disfruten tanto como yo. La historia le pertenece a booklover4427

Things change as time es. It has been ten years since Eleanor and Park have seen each other. Yet their memories are as fresh as anytime. But the fear still lingers. Will time change how they look at each other? Or even, how they look at themselves...

Here's a slightly better (not really) ending to Eleanor and Park.

A silent year ended by a single three-word postcard. An original epilogue to Rainbow Rowell's Eleanor and Park...Complete.

One night at a concert could change everything. Eleanor & Park, one way it should have ended. More story to come!

What if Park left prom, before he got the note from Eleanor?

The postcard, An alternative ending for Eleanor and Park. I do not own any of the characters that will be mentioned all the rights go to their rightful owners.

My version of what happens with Eleanor and Park after he receives the postcard. I will update as I continue my story. This is my first time posting. Please be kind. I'm open to ! I hope you enjoy.

He was still drunk on her. Every aspect of her still got him in ways he couldn't quite capture. And although time had past, and time is supposed to heal all wounds, he wasn't over her yet. He could never get over her. It sounded like such a terrible thing to do to such a beautiful thing between them. So no, he hadn't moved on. He couldn't bring himself to. He had too much hope.

"Nunca digas nunca, nunca digas siempre, por que lo que es hoy puede no ser mañana y lo que hoy no es mañana podría ser" —El destino es cruel Park, nunca lucha a nuestro favor y jamás lo va a hacer, deberías dejar de luchar contra corriente —No hay ninguna corriente Eleanor, solo eres tu, tu y los muros que construiste

Hey, guys. So, I just really loved that book but I couldn't just leave it like that, without an ending, then I figured I should just write one. This one is quite different from what you probably expect but I hope you will enjoy it. I won't ruin the romance we all got use to in the book, I promise.

What if Eleanor and Park saw each other again? What if Park was studying in some busy coffee shop, away from Omaha? What if Eleanor came in while he was studying? What if... Just a little feelsy oneshot

This is a continuation of Eleanor and Park in my mind. Eleanor moves to Washington and meets someone else who she falls in love with. Will he be like Park? Only time will tell. Mild romance

This story came to mind when Steve expressed in drunken rage about how he'd kill both Eleanor and Tina's stepdads two for one. What was it that made him start hating stepfathers? Rated T because of language and some scenes. Tina/Steve

Eleanor and Park have been apart for a long time, but their lives had continued. Whatever happened to these two? I'm bringing the story forwards, starting with what was written on that postcard.

*esta historia es solo para ti , desconocido 20, espero que me entiendas :)

It's been ten months since Park dropped Eleanor at her Uncles house. Ten months since he hadn't heard from her...then he got her postcard. Then everything changed. (This is just a carry on from the book. I've had this idea in my head since I finished the book and I decided to write about it. I don't own any of these characters, all credit goes to Rainbow Rowell.)

TRADUCCIÓN de "After Eleanor & Park". Empieza exactamente donde Rainwob terminó.

An epilogue to a perfect yet imperfect book that I will never be able to get enough of.

What would have happened if Eleanor haven't sent Park that postcard.

Park longs to see Eleanor yet she's never sent one reply to the millions of letters he's sent. Until one day, when a postcard of The 1,000 Lakes comes in and changes his whole life

"Quería decirle tantas cosas, quería pedirle perdón y quería llorar. Y quería decirle que no lo había olvidado. Y que aun pensaba en él." Diez años no son suficientes para matar un amor verdadero y puro.