In light of the really crappy news about ABC turning their back on the show and characters we’ve all just fallen in love with, I managed to get Chapter 3 finished.
I know I’ve found myself reading fic to escape the thought of not getting to see these characters get more episodes like they deserve
Sorry it took me so long. I hope y’all enjoy it
P.S #SAVESTUMPTOWN (please sign the petitions/tweet/share/reblog whatever you can in the hopes someone else will pick the show up )
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Excerpt:
Dex had been pacing the floor in the dark for an hour whilst nursing the largest whiskey she could pour with the phone in her other hand. Her bare feet were starting to get sore from the circles she was walking repeatedly around the house.
She stared hard at her cell, as if her anger could somehow summon him. Sighing heavily, she tried Grey’s number for the hundredth time. It rang through to voicemail again.
Dropping to the couch, Dex gripped her phone slightly tighter at the familiar sound of his voice telling her to leave a message, throwing it down to one side when she felt her throat start to burn with the effort of holding back tears of frustration.
In light of the really crappy news about ABC turning their back on the show and characters we’ve all just fallen in love with, I managed to get Chapter 3 finished.
I know I’ve found myself reading fic to escape the thought of not getting to see these characters get more episodes like they deserve
Sorry it took me so long. I hope y’all enjoy it
P.S #SAVESTUMPTOWN (please sign the petitions/tweet/share/reblog whatever you can in the hopes someone else will pick the show up )
…
Excerpt:
Dex had been pacing the floor in the dark for an hour whilst nursing the largest whiskey she could pour with the phone in her other hand. Her bare feet were starting to get sore from the circles she was walking repeatedly around the house.
She stared hard at her cell, as if her anger could somehow summon him. Sighing heavily, she tried Grey’s number for the hundredth time. It rang through to voicemail again.
Dropping to the couch, Dex gripped her phone slightly tighter at the familiar sound of his voice telling her to leave a message, throwing it down to one side when she felt her throat start to burn with the effort of holding back tears of frustration.
