"Wait, Camilla.", Jestin yelled after me.
I continued jogging until I got to the bridge. It was busy; tons of cars zooming past the spot where I stood, 1,000 feet above the swift moving water beneath me. I stepped onto the first railing. I stripped off my jacket as I stepped up another step to the second step. One step until my death.
I heard footsteps hitting hard and fast against the pavement. I turned and saw Jestin. He was a mess, black hair is a mess, tears escaping his pale brown eyes.
He said in a hoarse voice,"You're not doing this."
I said softly,"Why not? You had me at hello, but Lexi must have had you before hello."
He hesitently came forward and grabbed wrists,"It's you. It's always been you. I love you"
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.