Chapter 161

Ever since I wasn't obligated to practice calligraphy with Zack, I hadn't picked up a brush on my own in years. Despite being older now, I avoided doing work if I could, just like when I was younger. "Don't worry, just write freely. Express yourself however it comes," Zack encouraged while handing the brush to me once more. How could I refuse now? The brush felt considerably heavier in my hand now compared to when I had held it in the store. Perhaps it was the ink weighing it down, or maybe it was the weight of Zack's expectations. He hoped that I was still able to write skilfully and that I still loved Chris as before. That way, I would still be closely related to them. I started writing. My hand trembled, so the strokes were uneven despite my best efforts. I knew Zack wasn't really interested in the technical aspects of my calligraphy; he just wanted to glean what I was feeling. "Live in the moment," Zack read what I wrote out loud. Just like him, I also used my words to express