He had these eyes, they were so cold. They only showed two emotions, hatred and anger. I found myself wondering what they would look like if he was in love.
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Her hands are against him, small and delicate and careful, and he leans into her, breathing her scent as he closes his eyes.
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My voice cracks and I feel tears fall, "I love you" his face was so blank, as if he didn't hear me. All I can see is his cold empty eyes. "That's not my problem" and with that he walked away, as if it never happened.
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"I don't know who I am but I see who I am in your eyes, and I try to be that person, because you have faith in that person and I think faith might be enough to make me what you want."
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She turned her back on him, leaving him in the dark. He couldn't blame her, after all he had done. She was his only constant in his dark world until she wasn't there anymore.
A story of what it means to love, and to be loved.
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.