You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I cannot breath. I can't breath with you, but I can't live without you, I need you but you don't need me and it's killing me. Physically, mentally, emotionally. When I'm near you more grow. Its an erruption of lopsided affection. A reminder of what we will never be. Loving you is the most Exquisite form of my destruction but sometimes you've got to stop watering dead flowers. Please, I'm begging you, Free my breath......
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.