Honestly, y'all, I'm begging you. Take the time to think and learn for yourself. Even if it's just something casual like knitting or cooking. Exercise your brain. It's important.
Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.
You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.
I'm a bit late after @hd-wireless reveals, but here's my contribution to wireless this year!
Please make sure to check out the tags on AO3. This one is a bit angstier than I typically write for something longer than a drabble or micro.
Thank you thank you to the mods for the flexibility. Thank you to my incredible friend @greattemptation for the sprints and encouragement. And thank you as always to the alpha and beta of my writing (and, let's be real, also my life) @basicallyahedgehog, who keeps me smiling, laughing, and writing.
Here's an excerpt:
They’re not divorced; they’re separated. It’s an important distinction.
Divorce is final. It means lawyers and changing names and dividing assets and all the things people have to do when their dying marriage takes its last gasping, wheezing breath.
Separation—it’s this. It’s Draco eating takeaway on his couch, pretending to listen to the wireless. It’s staying extra hours at his shop to avoid returning to a house he pretends is still a home. It’s this dull, throbbing ache that won’t subside no matter how much wine he drinks or how many precious hours of sleep he can steal when his mind finally exhausts itself.
It was his own fault. An empty threat disguised as a missile. Hurled at Harry during an argument, the catalyst for which Draco still can’t remember. He does remember saying it: “If you’re so miserable, why don’t you leave me?”
And Harry did. He called his bluff, or truly didn’t see it for the cry for mercy it was. He’d pulled the ring off his own finger, tossed it at Draco’s feet, and Apparated out of sight.
It’s been over a month, and Draco can still hear the crack of Harry’s magic whisking him away.
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