He was not who she thought he was. She was not the one he usually stuck to. But there was something between them that couldn't be named as only friendship. Love hate passion, it all was called forth in this story, to bring about what really was there. But then a barrier becomes a fight for the life, this barrier threatens to tear them apart. Can they jump over it to acclaim what was theirs or will they loose? Because even when they're close to death they can't seem to figure out what it is they have. All this seem to question that It's Not Love? Or is it. SLOWLY EDITING, PLEASE MIND THE GRAMMAR