This is actually not a story. I just want to share my feelings. I wanna share how I felt the day I decided to let him go. (This is partly fiction, some chapters are based on my own experience. Some are from my wide imagination)
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.