-unfinished and on going-
I feel the insides of my bones dry dead and empty as they freeze completely only from the thought of the sharp metallic deafening noise that pierces through my brain every time I think of our memory.
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.