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Day 9 without ao3. All I feel is pain. I miss your love. Your gentle kisses and sweet words. I miss when you’d dip me low and whisper, “Mmm, post chapter. Check comments.” I crave your touch, my love. I will wait for you. Until then, I will reread old emails from you and dream.

Day 5 without AO3. The children keep running around, playing tag in the fields. However, instead of saying, “Tag, you’re it,” they are now saying, “Hashtag, slow burn. Hashtag, enemies to lovers.” I do not understand what it means. I wonder if it is their way of coping…

Day 2 without ao3. One of the children tried to replace their father already. They introduced me to someone named “wattpad” and guaranteed he would fill the hole in my heart their father left behind. Needless to say, it didn’t work out. I must go forage now.

Day 1 without ao3. It's cold, and I can't stop the children from crying. They don't know when father will return. I don't have the heart to tell them that it will be weeks. A month even. I've tried making a fire countless times, but it won't take. Tomorrow will be better.