How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 19
“What the… this is disgusting…”
Leticia felt deeply uncomfortable realizing that her body had reacted in such a way to such a horrifying nightmare. It wasn’t because she had enjoyed it—not at all.
The effects of the dream lingered longer than she had expected. To calm her still-racing heart, she felt the need for some cool air.
She stood up and flung open the closed window.
“Kyaa!”
Leticia fell backward in shock.
The same red eyes she had seen in her dream were staring directly at her. Cold sweat that had been drying on her skin once again trickled down her spine.
Was this a continuation of the nightmare?
Still confused, Leticia slowly lowered her body and cautiously peeked out of the window, where the red eyes had been.
“This… isn’t a dream?”
Outside the window, instead of a shadow, Vallon was sitting on the bench. In the dark, early hours of dawn, barely visible, Vallon sat there just as she had seen him before, staring directly at her room.
How does he know this is my room?
Leticia felt a chill down her spine as his red eyes gleamed even in the darkness.
Why is he still sitting there? Leticia glanced at the clock. It was 1 a.m. She had left Vallon sitting on the bench when she came back to her room at 7 p.m.
Had he really been sitting there for six hours, without moving?
He was wearing the same clothes as before, which meant he hadn’t moved from that spot the entire time.
It was hard to describe the unsettling feeling that washed over her.
Why was he still there? Had the trauma of being bullied been too much for him? Was he now in a state of complete helplessness?
Leticia suddenly remembered how she had pushed his hand away the day before, and a pang of guilt hit her. Vallon had helped her once, and now she wondered if she had been too harsh on him, seeing him injured and all.
Shaking her head, Leticia firmly closed the window. She couldn’t afford to let her emotions soften. Vallon wasn’t someone she needed to concern herself with. He wasn’t her friend, and she had no intention of becoming friends with him.
He was seriously injured—why didn’t he just go back to his room? What was he doing, sitting there until this late hour?
It was such an abnormal thing to do. In fact, it was downright strange, as if he had been waiting for her to come down. Still, Leticia had no desire to go back down and get involved with him again out of pity.
If Richelle was right, and helping him once had left a special impression on him, Leticia had even more reason to avoid becoming that kind of person for him.
That night, Leticia ignored Vallon.
The next morning, the first thing Leticia did when she woke up was check if Vallon was still there.
Feeling exhausted from a night of restless sleep due to the unsettling nightmare, she opened the window with heavy, tired eyes. Dark circles lingered under her eyes, and her mind was hazy from the lack of proper rest.
“Phew… he’s gone.”
Thankfully, Vallon was no longer there.
Only dried, withered leaves were scattered on the spot where he had been sitting, blown around by the wind. She wondered when he had left, relieved that he hadn’t stayed until morning.
Leticia turned her gaze to the bright sun illuminating the world outside. It was blinding. She shielded her eyes with her hand, her expression softening with the light.
The uneasy feeling she had harbored all night seemed to dissipate with the sunlight, as if the rising sun had banished the darkness. Now, it seemed almost silly to have been so bothered by a mere nightmare all night.
Leticia let out a small laugh. She wasn’t a child anymore—why had she spent the night trembling over a dream?
“I guess I’ve been too sensitive lately.”
With all the bad things that had been happening around her, she figured the stress had gotten to her, and she was probably coming down with something. Her body felt weak. She definitely needed a change of pace.
After taking a refreshing shower to shake off the lingering fatigue from her restless night, the remnants of the nightmare seemed to vanish. She brushed it off, thinking it was just a bad dream anyone could have when overwhelmed with stress.
To lift her spirits, Leticia chose the brightest outfit from her wardrobe. A pure white dress that perfectly complemented her golden blonde hair.
Dressed up and adorned with matching jewelry, Leticia smiled at her reflection, satisfied with her sparkling appearance.
