"teach me some french," she frowned. "mmm. tu es mignon, je t'aime bien." [youre cute, I love you.] "im not falling for that again, benji." elora whitlock, living a rather peaceful and normal eyes to others, had a whole tsunami going through her head. with a step father, who was an absolute hell sent monster, and a mother who cared but was almost too busy to, she was left with no one. well, no one other than her cat. benjamin zyair. he tried seeming normal, he did really, but his aura, his appearance, his voice and talks just proved the latter. he was bold. maybe a bit too much. if he hated something, he would make sure he wouldnt have to come across it again. and if he loved something, he would defy any odds to be with it. more like, her. then they met. and hell fell loose.