[Professor Kim's POV - Chapter 2]
The past semester had felt like an unending winter, not just in the weather that had gripped Pittsburgh but also in the icy grip of writer's block that had taken hold of my creative spirit. It was a season of discontent, marked not only by my inability to put words to paper but also by a profound personal loss that had left me adrift.
Chanyeol, my third husband, had been a constant presence in my life, a figure I had come to rely on for emotional support and stability. When he left, the fissures in our relationship had cracked open, and the fracture extended far beyond our marriage. It had seeped into the very core of my being, crippling my ability to write.
The pain of his departure reverberated through my life, and like a haunting refrain, it echoed in the hollow spaces of my heart. The characters in my unfinished novel seemed to mirror the turmoil of my own life, their narratives unraveling in tandem with my unraveling marriage.
In the solitude of my office, I wrestled with my own emotions, seeking solace in the words that had once been my sanctuary. But the page remained blank, a stark canvas that mirrored the emptiness I felt inside.
My agent, Myoui Mina, had arrived in Pittsburgh under the guise of WordFest, but her real mission was to gauge the progress of the novel that had eluded me for seven years. Her presence, normally a source of motivation, now felt like a relentless reminder of my unfulfilled promises.
As the winter months deepened, so did the chill in my heart. The days grew shorter, and the nights longer, mirroring the darkness that had settled over my life. The absence of Chanyeol, who had been both a muse and a pillar of support, had left a void that seemed impossible to fill.
The slow burn of grief and longing had become intertwined with my writer's block, each feeding off the other in a vicious cycle. The characters in my novel, once vibrant and full of life, now languished in a state of limbo, mirroring my own sense of loss and despair.
In the midst of this bleak season, the pages of my manuscript remained blank, a testament to my inability to move forward. The narrative threads that had once woven themselves effortlessly now lay tangled and dormant, waiting for a spark of inspiration that seemed increasingly elusive.
The past semester had been marked by more than just the changing of seasons; it had been a season of personal upheaval and creative stagnation. With Chanyeol's departure, I found myself at a crossroads, grappling with the twin demons of heartbreak and writer's block, each casting a long shadow over my life and my aspirations as a novelist.
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