Perhaps nowadays, it is easy to get lost in the vast sea of our own problems, thoughts and happenings; to acknowledge the fact that in some way we are all connected. We are all interlinked. We are all under one sky.
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"Kieran, I still don't understand why you would risk getting hurt - risk losing your life, all for me?" I asked him, rubbing soft circles on the back of his hand with my thumb, with a gentle, but pressing tone.
Wordlessly, he propped himself up with his elbows on the bed, and lifted one hand to stroke my cheek, which by this point was significantly red, with the side of his thumb. Then he ran his fingers through my hair, as if they were strands of fine silk and slowly traced each finger onto my neck. He gently curved his fingers around it, and pulled me forwards to meet his lips in a fervent and spirited kiss, that was no doubt silent, and yet it spoke volumes.
He pulled away after a few moments, his unguarded green eyes glinting with reams of zeal.
"Does that answer your question?" He replied, his lop-sided smile playful, but his words sincere.
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.