I just can't believe that life would give us to each other," he said, "and then take it back.""I can," she said. "Life's a bastard."He held her tighter, and pushed his face into her neck."But it's up to us..." he said softly. "It's up to us not to lose this.

Good-bye." she said. "Good-bye, Park.""Good-bye, Eleanor. You know, until tonight. When you're going to call me.

But..." I'm not ready for you to stop being my problem."It makes more sense, Park. If you leave soon, you can still get home by dark.:"But if I leave soon..." His voice dropped. "I leave soon.""We have to say good-bye anyway." she said. "Does it matter if it's now or a few hours from now or tomorrow morning?" "Are you kidding?" he looked down at her, hoping he'd miss his turn. "Yes.

That's what people say- 'it's not good-bye' - when they're too afraid to face what they're really feeling. I'm not going to see you tomorrow, Park- I don't know when I'll see you again. That deserves more than 'it's not good-bye.'""I'm not afraid to face what I'm feeling." he said."Not you," she said, her voice breaking. "Me.