Prologue:
To have a heart, strong enough to bear witness to onslaught of life, to be the host of the pooling scars of untold stories, to be able to smile without grimace.
That was what made me admire the black spiky mess of a studious hair. Of a rather soft-spoken voice; the dark intriguing, eyes and that smile that cause me to somersault whenever it flashes my way.
No doubt, I'm in a pits of self-agony hell.
Because, telling the boy that he was the reason of it all was quite ridiculous now?
Was it?
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Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.