Chapter Text
CH1
> Table of Contents.
> All the chapters and their summaries.
CH2
> She Swings, or At Least, She Used To.
> “C’mon, Strider, play me a song. A last swing from my music-man.”
She was a crowd favorite, the men wanting more, more, and the ladies jealous of her boldness, her brazen self. She didn’t care and she never really would, just doin’ what she loved in the haze of shitty perfume and cancer sticks. (Dave/Ara)
CH3
> Sealed Lips and (Almost) Death Beds.
> For months this went on, the one-sided companionship, until one day, you made a joke about John and his shitty taste in movies, his raging man-boner for Nic Cage, and she laughed. The dead girl laughed. (Dave/Ara)
CH4
> The Most Sane of Mental Afflictions. (Work in Progress!)
> But her lips...
Oh, that was a whole different story. That was like a novel in an entirely different genre, written in a different language on a different continent on a different planet, it was so different a story. (Dave/Ara & Sol/Ara)
