What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?
Maybe Park had paralyzed her with his ninja magic, his Vulcan handhold, and now he was going to eat her. That would be awesome.
You can park your snark at the gate, Omaha.
Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.
Until this moment, she’d kept Park in a place in her head that she thought Richie couldn't get to. Completely separate from this house and everything that happened here. (It was a pretty awesome place. Like the only part of her head fit for praying.)
I don’t like you, Park. Sometimes I think I live for you
Ah...' Park said, pained. 'What?' 'Those are alphabetized.' 'It's okay. I know the alphabet.' 'Right.' He looked embarrassed. 'Sorry.
Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.