For the last 2 years, Y/n would walk past Hanni's favorite coffee shop, drive past her house, and show up to her gallery for any new exhibitions.
You might consider Y/n to be a stalker...
But when you've fallen in love with a mere painter who has no connections yet paints like a dead artist... you might as well have fallen in love with air.
- Y/N POV -
My life has always been so bitter. It's stale and hard for me to enjoy.
Coming from a family of Chaebols has never been easy. I've had to acclimate to a lifestyle and beliefs that I never wanted.
It's almost torturing.
I wanted to leave it all behind...
And one day I almost did.
I was getting ready to jump off my parents' company building. I had set everything I needed in place and was making my way over to their building late at night...
But then...
There she was.
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"The night can be a little daunting, huh?" The random girl asked.
I froze.
"She isn't talking to me, is she?" I asked myself.
The tears in my eyes were making it hard to get a clear look at the girl, but even though I was having a hard time seeing...
I could see the painter's apron tied around her waist.
"What do you think? Does this portray that?" The girl asked, showing me the fresh oil painting in her hands.
I wasn't sure what to answer.
I wasn't even sure if this girl was really right in front of me.
"I think it says just what I want it to say," The girl gave her painting a proud smile.
I managed to get my mind unfocused from my main goal for the night and decided to give the girl's painting a bit of attention.
"Wooahh," My heart sank at the beautiful painting right in from of me.
It was a girl.
There were shades of red, yellow, and orange.
The picture as a whole was eerie.
But the most capturing thing.....
Was the girl suspended in the air right next to a building that seemed oddly similar to my parents' company building.
