I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

After finishing my outdoor activities, I didn’t have any significant plans.

I was simply attending school and enjoying a peaceful daily life.

But time decided to ignore my wishes.

“Uh... So, you’re saying you’ll arrive in the afternoon?”
[Yes. It’s a bit earlier than scheduled, but I should prepare in advance.]

As my teacher mentioned, I also had to prepare for the [Angel]’s visit. But even my teacher coming early felt like a bit much.

[What, is it inconvenient for you?]
“Of course not. Please take care on your way here.”
[Alright.]

After the call abruptly ended, I felt a headache coming on.

The school term had barely started, and we were already heading into summer vacation.@@novelbin@@

‘Why does it feel like my time is flying by so quickly?’

I didn’t realize that three months could pass so fast.

With a sour expression, I stared out the window.

The scenery whipped by as I sat in the vehicle.

Technically, it was a bus, but it was still transportation, so who cares about the details?

Resting my head against the window, I fell into deep thought.

Was there really a need for me to visit the place I was heading to?
Still, I wanted to see it with my own eyes.

My previous life... The neighborhood where I had lived before I died.

All of my paintings had come from there, and it was the foundation of my life.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too far from my house.

A 30-minute bus ride.

If someone asked why I hadn’t gone sooner, I wouldn’t have much of an answer.

I just wasn’t interested. It was already a place disconnected from me—why bother?