My breath comes out in slow heaving sobs. I can see the warm mist of my breath in front of me. I sit in the alley until sunrise, when I've calmed down. The sound of traffic shoothes me to sleep.
I hear footsteps approaching.
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.