It always seems to begin and end in the fall. Not just her life, not just mine, but everything. The trees die, yet beauty is born. The warmth fades, but the chill of a new exciting season always comes. I want to see her now.
Last week, as the leaves fell, supposedly so had Autumn...straight into the sea. So today, i'm sitting at her funeral, remembering Autumn...remembering fall, because I'm not ready to forget her, or let her go...not until i know.
I mean the chances are fifty/fifty....okay, eighty/twenty, but that's a chance...one i wouldn't pass up.
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.