If you're sticking with me on this partial Gray Morning rewrite, I fucking applaud you.
Here's the next part, which comes after Flowers, Excuses, Everybody Lies, and A Doorway to Hell.Savin closed his eyes, his fingers pressed lightly to his cheek, just along his jaw. It’d bruise tomorrow, the way it hurt now. The pain grounded him, made him move ( Read more... )

Warnings all over this fucking joint because...yeah. I'm so sorry to people who actually like Savin. I really am. If things like sexual assault bother you, please do not read this. Not as intense as "Don't Push (Me AWay)", but more awful in an entirely different way.
Flowers, Excuses, and Everybody Lies come before this.“The fuck was that about, ( Read more... )

So I'm starting part of my rewrite for Gray Morning. These aren't official chapters, as I won't really be writing GM for a while, but I have every intention of salvaging as much of them as I can when I get to the real rewrite of GM. I'll be writing from Savin's quick descent towards his rock bottom, through his rock bottom, Jazz leaving, and maybe ( Read more... )

So I'm starting part of my rewrite for Gray Morning. These aren't official chapters, as I won't really be writing GM for a while, but I have every intention of salvaging as much of this and "Don't Push (Me Away)" when I get to the real rewrite of GM. I'll be writing from Savin's quick descent towards his rock bottom, through his rock bottom, Jazz ( Read more... )

So I'm starting part of my rewrite for Gray Morning. These aren't official chapters, as I won't really be writing GM for a while, but I have every intention of salvaging as much of this and "Don't Push (Me Away)" when I get to the real rewrite of GM. I'll be writing from Savin's quick descent towards his rock bottom, through his rock bottom, Jazz ( Read more... )

If you are reading Stellar for the first time, here are the previous chapters:
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Peter sat down in his booth, the waitress giving him a small smile as she approached his table. “The usual, Pete?” she asked, putting down a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. As Peter took a sip of his coffee, she pulled out a pen.

( Peter leaned back in his seat some as he smiled shyly at her. )