Every day, since I was five years old, I walked myself to the grove. And every day, I would lay in that grove, and watch the sky.The sky I saw was never the sky she saw, but I didn't realize this until her mother died. Today I stand in the grove for the last time, laying in the grass, watching the sky, and listening to the static vibrations of the deathly silence of the world. I lay by her, and we both watched the sky. I could smell the sunflowers that lay above her head, and the fresh dirt smell of the soil that had been recently placed next to me. I didn't cry, couldn't cry anymore. As much as I wanted to, no more tears would fall for Lilah Baker.
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.