How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 118
No matter how much she ate, she was always hungry, and no matter how much she slept, she was always tired.
Leticia thought it was the stress that had been building up over time. However, as the days went by, loneliness consumed her entire being.
Now, there was no one left around her. No one to share with—whether she ate something delicious, saw something beautiful, was sad, happy, or struggling, there was no one to talk to.
She hadn’t realized how lonely it could be to have no friends. Being in a space where no one spoke to her all day was more painful than she could have imagined. Even without anyone directly harming her, the constant judgment and disdain from others slowly ate away at her.
At first, Leticia tried to pretend it didn’t bother her, forcing herself to smile and keep trying. She even made efforts to make new friends again.
But things that used to be easy now seemed so difficult. Gradually, Leticia lost her confidence, and the once bright and outgoing girl turned dark and withdrawn.
Eventually, making friends became increasingly hard, and soon, she found herself afraid of people’s gazes.
Once, she had enjoyed being the center of attention, but now, even being looked at made her heart race and cold sweat break out. Leticia hated the person she had become.
She despised the loneliness of being alone. A single day felt as long as two, stretching on endlessly. Leticia’s days dragged by painfully slow and filled with suffering.
The academy, which she had once been eager to attend, no longer interested her, and she eventually dropped out. The excitement and energy she had when she first entered the academy seemed to have vanished completely.
There was nothing left there that she wanted anymore. So, Leticia began spending most of her time shut away at home.
Ironically, much of her time was spent thinking about Vallon, the very person she had fought so hard to escape. It wasn’t intentional—her thoughts would just suddenly come back to him.
Why hadn’t he shown up? What was he doing? Was he truly dead?
She couldn’t remember the last time she saw him or what they talked about. What was the expression on his face when they parted? When was the last time they met? She didn’t know.
The last memory she had of Vallon was in her dream, but even that had become blurry over time. She couldn’t recall his final expression—was he in pain? Did he resent her? She couldn’t even remember what his blood-stained face looked like.
Leticia’s parents did everything they could to draw her out of her shell, arranging meetings with potential suitors from respectable families.
However, none of those engagements worked out in the end. Although Leticia wasn’t particularly interested in marriage, something strange always happened with the man’s family—either he would get injured, or the family would suddenly fall into ruin.
Rumors spread that Leticia had the fortune of “devouring” men, and soon, no more marriage proposals came her way. Those rumors tainted her family’s reputation, and as a result, her parents’ once-thriving business began to decline.
Although they didn’t fall into massive debt like before, Leticia’s once-prosperous family, which had lived comfortably even as commoners, was now reduced to a more ordinary level. Eventually, the business closed, and her parents turned to farming. The house, once filled with fresh food and goods from abroad, became small and shabby.
They say life gives each person a finite amount of happiness, and Leticia began to wonder if she had already used up her lifetime’s allotment. She also began to suspect that perhaps Vallon was behind all this misfortune. Her life had started going downhill after she met him, hadn’t it?
Could this all really be Vallon’s doing? But why would he, who had disappeared from her life, still affect her? Could it be because…he was dead?
Why did she think he was dead? Because if Vallon were still alive, things wouldn’t be so quiet. Didn’t the Duchess once say that Vallon could be killed in dreams? If what she had fought was merely his shadow in her dreams, was it possible?
When Leticia first heard that Vallon wasn’t attending the academy anymore, she didn’t seek out any more information. She could have gone to his family estate to find out, but she didn’t. Somehow, she didn’t want to confirm whether he was really dead.
She wasn’t sure what she felt. She had longed for freedom, but now that she had it, nothing brought her joy. The quiet life she now led was suffocating. The repetitive meals, the cramped house, the monotony of it all—it was unbearable.
Worst of all were her parents’ concerned looks, as if she were a fragile patient. At some point, Leticia had grown to hate all the attention directed at her. She no longer enjoyed the looks that came her way, especially since they weren’t the same as they once had been.
She thought she had gained freedom, but an even worse hell awaited her.
Leticia had completely lost who she once was.
