Cassie is self-sabotaging, a dry sense of humour, a sultry melody, a sarcastic remark. She's a dead gaze, smudged eyeliner, a garden of withering red tulips, and... an addict. 

Etienne is indecisive, anxious, classically handsome, a teller of great stories. He's a smile that doesn't reach the eyes, a lit cigarette, an alternative rock song, and a bad friend.  

It all started when they were only six years old. And it hasn't stopped. It keeps happening. They weave in and out of each other's lives, with their strange connection to blame. Their bond is both strengthened and weakened by their shared traumas. Their relationship is a ballad about codependency and the electricity of first love. 

Their lives are an unmanageable mess that sees them dwell in the world of drugs, depression, and the multitude of young women being found dead in the Merseyside Area. They each must confront their faith in second chances, fate, and circumstance. 

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 And he's somewhere in the middle. But you can also find him at the beginning, and he'll be waiting for you by the end. He's everywhere. He is good with ropes, great at sketching, addicted to pornographic content. He hates his wife, hates his son, knows how to avoid leaving fingerprints on his victims.

ON MOUNT EVEREST WITH YOU.

"Basic fact of life: no matter how far you run, you always take yourself with you." 


MY right leg had been bouncing non-stop for the past five minutes, but my obvious display of anxiety failed to capture the attention of a single soul. That was a good thing, though. The conversation continued around me and I only loosely followed it. 


They were debating whether it would be ethical to invite a renowned author to host a conference at the university The problem was that he had written a couple of articles about four years prior in which he came off as a blatant Nazi apologist. Things had not been looking great for him since. 


Chapter Twenty-Six.