𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

For the next month or so, your routine stayed the same. You would meet the professor in his office every Friday after class, and he'd help you practice your writing until he found it suitable to leave.

Your perspective, opinion, aspect and verdict on a certain set of circumstances... they were to all be strictly judged, and corrected by him.

There were a variety of different writing prompts and exercises he introduced to you to help you start writing again. All of which, helped you: further discover your own style, generate ideas, practice writing in a specific tone, and as a whole, helped improve your writing for the better overall.

For the most part, though, it would usually go like this. Mr. Jeon would set a timer for a measure he believed was reasonable, and you'd write anything that would come to mind within that period of time.

Free-writing. That's what it was.

Without a doubt were you hesitant at first... unsure of how to overcome the sudden coercion that was left upon you, as well as unsure of what to write, in a sense that would leave him satisfied with your effort. But with time, you adapted.

At your own leisure, mostly.

This allowed you to follow the impulses of your own mind, allowing thoughts and inspiration to appear to you without premeditation.

Fortunately for you, he never once assigned you an essay or report, as a way for you to build upon your weaknesses. (As surprising as that was)

He was, however, strict... and keen on helping you succeed. It was reassuring, in a way. Mr. Jeon had always wanted you to focus on what you were capable of doing, and nothing more.

Therefore, you did so, without resistance.

Because as of now, this were the only thing you had going for you.

Writing was your strong suit. It most definitely was not your lack. However, be it as it may, you seemed to have lost a part of you that drifted from that strength.

You were once so talented in the field of literature. You've been told so, a countless amount of times, for that matter.

And yet, something that used to come to you so easily, had now become a lost cause... a struggle, in which the only solution was to go to someone for help.

For others, it may seem childish. The fact that you, a 22-year-old woman, had to receive private assistance from a professor to gain what you've lost... that being mere writing skills, for that matter.

But to you, it meant a lot. It was one of the reasons why you seemed so willing to further embed your knowledge, after all.

And you were slowly showing signs of improvement as well. Now, it felt as though your mind was constantly active, giving you just enough of a beginning to promote idea generation and to encourage your own writing.

So, this all led to where you were now, surrounded by an unnerving silence as you reviewed your writing, with the occasional blunt comment from your new teacher, of course. It would still take a while before you were able to adjust to his stern aura and imitating personality, reasonable so, but you could wait.

One thing at a time.

That aside, just as the past couple of weeks, he wanted you to... once again, focus on free-writing.

Unfortunately, the first time you'd tried it, you wounded up with a half empty page due to the lack of time. With this being the case, you had fully expected a whole lecture in return, or a disappointed glance from the professor, at the very least.