This is the story of how I lost my best friend, and then got her back, only to loose her again.
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Some people said that I was a mess, they said that I was overreacting. I told them to go fuck themselves. Who where they to tell me that I was overreacting? What would you be like if your best friend was in an endless coma? "It's not like she's dead or anything." That's what they told me. If only they knew. It was exactly like she was dead. Just because her heart hadn't stopped beating doesn't mean that she was still alive. Her body was physically alive, but mentally, she was gone. To me she was dead.
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.