How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 58
“Va-Vallon, good morning.”
The stuttering fool standing before him was supposed to be his playmate? The very thought made him laugh bitterly.
The children, tense under Vallon’s ice-cold gaze, trembled, unable to speak properly. Some even wet themselves in fear.
Annoyed by such pathetic behavior, Vallon had cracked open a few heads with stones, and after that, no children dared approach him. Yet, his mother kept bringing in new playmates every day.
Talking to those dull creatures was more bothersome than tearing the wings off butterflies.
But one day, when a blonde girl in a red dress, the same color as his eyes, appeared before him, the monotony in his life vanished in an instant.
Unlike the other children, this girl didn’t stammer or try hard to get on his good side.
“Hi! I’m Leticia.”
She simply smiled brightly, and it felt as though her smile lit up the space around her. It wasn’t the fake, forced smile his mother always wore—it was a genuine smile, and it felt like it was just for him.
That’s a real smile. A smile just for me.
From that day on, Vallon’s gaze was glued to the girl, slightly taller than him, with plump cheeks. It was as if she alone radiated light.
“Let’s be friends.”
“…Mmh.”
That was the best response Vallon could have given. He thought he was smiling, but Leticia’s face twisted in response.
Am I ugly? Do I smell?
Suddenly, everything started to bother him. And just like that, she entered his life, which had previously been devoid of meaning.
“How old are you?”
“Eight.”
“Really? Your hair is so pretty. I’ve never seen such jet-black hair before.”
While Vallon pondered how to respond, Leticia spoke again. He had heard compliments about his looks countless times before, but hearing it from this small, cute mouth felt different. He liked the feeling of her hand touching his hair.
Leticia had no idea how her small gesture of kindness would be received by this emotionally starved child.
That tiny show of attention was enough to quench the thirst and fill the void in a boy who had been longing for it for years.
His heart raced more than when he looked at the corpses of dead animals.
For the first time, he felt alive. Every word she said etched itself into his mind.
“Want to play house? You’re my husband, and I’m your wife! We’re married now!”
“I’m Leticia’s husband… We’re married? Are you going to marry me?”
“Yeah!”
Marriage? Does that mean living in the same house? Eating meals together, sleeping together? Just imagining it made him feel strangely happy. He wouldn’t mind getting married right away if it were possible.
“…You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Why not? We can start right now!”
She likely meant they would start playing house, but for Vallon, the word ‘play’ had already been erased from his vocabulary.
Leticia handed him a small stuffed rabbit she was holding. Vallon, who had never had friends and never played house, didn’t know what to do.
Is it like a roleplay? Maybe you just act like parents. But since Vallon could barely recall his parents being together, it didn’t seem all that helpful.
“This is our baby! We’re starting now, okay?”
“Our baby…”
A baby? How do you take care of a baby?
Vallon remembered how, when he was three, his mother had tried to kill him. And how she had never spoken a word to him. Vallon, of course, had no idea how to properly play house.
“How do you do that?”
“What? You’ve never played before? What do nobles even do for fun?”
Vallon wasn’t sure what other nobles did, but for him, the answer was always the same.
“Dissecting cats.”
It was not something an eight-year-old should say. Not drawing pictures, not running outside, but dissecting cats. Leticia frowned at his grotesque and disturbing answer.
She wanted to dismiss it as a joke, but the seriousness in Vallon’s black eyes told her it was all true. His cold, yet beautiful face, uttered those revolting words calmly.
He didn’t even realize it was wrong.
No one had ever taught him that.
Whenever he killed, people were too busy cleaning up the mess—no one had ever tried to stop him.
“Plucking bird wings?”
Leticia, who had thought of Vallon as a broken doll for never showing any emotion on his face, took a step back.
The desire to play with him had completely vanished.
“What is that…”
Just as Vallon was enjoying the pleasant sound of her sweet voice, Leticia quickly realized that this boy was different from other children.
After exchanging a few more words, she distanced herself and rejoined the other boys her age to play.
“You said you’d marry me.”
She was now smiling that bright smile at the other kids, the same one she had shown him.
Vallon stared at her intensely from behind, like a baby chick blindly following its mother, his gaze fixated on her without knowing why.
Whenever their eyes met, Leticia would give him an awkward smile, but it no longer held the warmth and affection it once had.
