Ever since I was little I used to dream of a guy who wore nothing but black, and I'm 18 now, well in a few months. He would hide in the shadows and remain a mystery. Remain a person unknown. But I always felt drawn to him. As if we were unreasonably close in a past life.
I would always feel when he was near, when he was close, and at times I swear I could feel everything he feels. Like, emotion wise. I know when he's angry, because I heat up and see red. I know when he's sad, because I get cold and the weather changes. I also know when he's vulnerable and apprehensive, because when I'm in danger, I get paranoid, so paranoid to the point where I feel as if everyone and anyone is a threat.
It's weird right? And the funny thing is, I don't even know what he looks like, yet I know he's the type I've dreamt of ever since I was little. I've never even heard his voice, yet I can imagine what it sounds like.
Hopefully, just hopefully, I get to see him for myself.
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.