I don't recall his eyes always being like that, filled with terror. Such a depth in them, that if i got just a tad closer i could fall into that blank, bloodcurdling space. I remember those big, round, green, pale brown around the pupils, eyes. Just a glance of his would in an instant send shivers down my spine and my lungs would lack air because he had always managed to take my breath away. And now? Now instead of having wrinkles around the eyes from laughing , there was a shade of purple, darkness and green veins under, to match his intoxicating eyes. His face was slowly fading away.
Forever choking on the words he wish he would have said ,but didn't. He was aching in the most numb way.
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.