my presence is trivial
my soul is in anguish
my veins crave the connection of a human
touch
yet here i stay, with a
packed bag under my bed
ready to run to the
next identity i will
adopt
(this story is written roughly - sorry)
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.