"I'm just trying to save you, please let me."
I look at him but instantly look back down picking at my nails. The sweaty palms, the shortness of breath, the feeling that I'm drowning in an ocean with no rescue, it all seemed familiar to me.
"Save me from what?" I bite back, trying to hide what I was experiencing at the moment.
"From yourself." He was clearly furious, yet his eyes said the contrary.
"Well, I don't need to be saved." And with that, I walked out, called a Lyft, and left a broken Shawn looking ahead.
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.