How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 85
“Ugh… ugh…”
“Leticia? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Your face is so pale…”
“Ugh… Richelle, I feel sick… I can’t eat anymore. Sorry.”
“Okay, I understand…”
Leaving Richelle behind, Leticia rushed out of the cafeteria, drenched in cold sweat, and collided with someone.
“Watch where you’re going!”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
The woman she bumped into brushed off her clothes as if she had been contaminated by something dirty and passed her by. Leticia clearly overheard the woman’s words as she walked away.
“Isn’t she the one who supposedly lost her home over the break and sold herself?”
“Yeah, Leticia Cavendish.”
“Wow, how does she even have the nerve to show her face at the academy?”
“Seriously, how shameless.”
They made no effort to lower their voices, as if they didn’t care if Leticia heard them or not. A few others nearby snickered and mockingly laughed at her.
Leticia wanted to run after them, grab them by the hair, and scream that it wasn’t true. But what could she say? It was the truth…
No words came to her mind, so she just stood there, frozen in place like a fool.
“Oh…”
She was painfully aware of the situation. Everyone was avoiding her, mocking her. She had become the outcast—the one everyone turned their backs on.
‘It’s not Vallon anymore. Now I’m the official outcast of Arvata.’
The perfect downfall of the queen bee. Even without Vallon at her side, no one dared to approach Leticia anymore. Her once-crowded social circle had completely disappeared.
‘It’s okay… I still have Richelle.’
I still have Richelle, Leticia kept repeating to herself. It was the one thought that kept her going. Without that self-reassurance, she wouldn’t have been able to endure life at the academy.
She hadn’t done anything wrong, so there was no reason for her to cower.
As long as she had someone who hadn’t turned their back on her, she could survive this cold, desolate academy.
Despite everything, the person blackmailing her still hadn’t revealed themselves.
***
Vallon closed his eyes as the wind brushed past his chin. The breeze that once stung his cheeks had now dulled.
Spring. Everyone was making a fuss about spring, but to him, it felt like just another season. What’s so special that makes people so excited?
What could they possibly find so amusing?
Vallon opened his eyes and looked around. The same sky as yesterday, the same weather. Nothing to smile about.
At that moment, a small spider crawled across the ground in front of him.
Thud.
He stomped on it with his boot, crushing the spider beyond recognition. When he lifted his foot, the sticky fluid from the spider clung to his sole. He wiped it off on the ground.
Did killing the spider bring him any joy? Not really. He used to find some thrill in tormenting and killing small creatures, but such sensations had long since dulled.
Even though there was color in the world, everything appeared colorless to Vallon. He felt numb to everything—pain, pleasure, even color itself. He could mimic the actions of ordinary people through learned behavior, but he knew he could never truly be like them.
He didn’t have a single close friend, yet he didn’t feel lonely.
Whether it snowed, rained, or his legs broke, whether someone died—it didn’t stir any emotion within him.
For him, emotions were like air—surrounding him, yet impossible to feel. Fear, joy, pain, sadness—none of them elicited any response or sensation.
Leticia was the only thing that could stir any excitement in him. He couldn’t recall whether he had always been this way or if everything had become dull after meeting her.
It didn’t matter, and he wasn’t curious enough to remember.
The sky, which had seemed so vibrant when he was with Leticia, now appeared just as dull and gray. When he was with her, even the most trivial things felt special.
Even himself.
He loved seeing himself reflected in her golden eyes. It filled the empty void in his heart. In those moments, it felt like he possessed the whole world.
Since childhood, Vallon never made any special effort to earn his parents’ love. He never longed for anyone else to love him either. The thought of wanting to be loved had never crossed his mind.
Not until he met Leticia.
The moment she smiled at him, it felt overwhelmingly sweet, like his whole body tingled with delight. He had never experienced such a sensation before.
He wanted to live forever in the intoxicating embrace of Leticia, like an addict who couldn’t quit. He wasn’t sure what being loved meant, but he longed to taste that sweet feeling that tingled down to his very core, just one more time.
