Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 35: I’m Getting Somewhere

Weeks passed, and Holo continued his relentless pursuit of breaking through Eleanor's walls. He greeted her every day with the same calm determination, responding to her hostility with unyielding kindness. Every insult she hurled, every verbal trap she set, he countered with patience and understanding. But the more he pushed, the harder she pushed back.

Eleanor's frustration was palpable. Her once-calculated and measured demeanor began to crack, revealing glimpses of the turmoil beneath. She lashed out more frequently, her words sharper, her tone colder. It was as though she were a cornered animal, fighting tooth and nail to keep him from getting any closer.

One day, as Holo entered her room, she didn't even wait for him to sit down before starting. "Why are you still here?" she snapped, her green eyes blazing with fury. "Why don't you just give up already?"

Holo shrugged, his expression calm. "Because I believe in you."

Eleanor let out a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with disdain. "Believe in me? What a joke. You don't even know me."

"Not yet," Holo admitted. "But I want to."

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she took a step closer to him, her voice low and dangerous. "You think you're so clever, don't you? That you can just waltz in here and fix me like you did with the others."

"That's not what I'm trying to do," Holo said softly. "I just want to help."

"I don't need your help!" Eleanor shouted, her voice echoing through the room. "I don't need anyone!"

Holo didn't flinch at her outburst. Instead, he met her gaze, his eyes steady. "Everyone needs someone, Eleanor. Even you."

Her breathing quickened, and for a moment, it looked like she might strike him. But instead, she turned away, her hands trembling. "You don't get it," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want your kindness. I don't want your pity."

"It's not pity," Holo said gently. "It's compassion."

Eleanor whipped around, her green eyes burning with rage. "If you don't leave me alone," she hissed, "I'll kill you."

Holo's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm. He took a deep breath, then nodded slowly. "If that's what it takes to reach you, then so be it."

Her eyes widened, and for a brief moment, the mask of anger slipped, replaced by something raw and unguarded—confusion, disbelief, maybe even fear. But it was gone just as quickly, and her expression hardened once more.

"You're insane," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Maybe," Holo said with a small smile. "But I'm not giving up on you, Eleanor. No matter how hard you try to push me away."

Her fists clenched tighter, and she turned her back to him, her shoulders tense. "You're wasting your time," she muttered. "You'll never get through to me."

Holo didn't respond right away. Instead, he took a step closer, his voice soft but firm. "You can threaten me all you want," he said. "But I'm not afraid of you. I see through the walls you've built, Eleanor. And I'm not stopping until you see it too."

She didn't turn around, but he noticed the slight tremor in her shoulders. For a moment, the room was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, Eleanor spoke, her voice quiet and strained. "You're a fool."

"Maybe," Holo said. "But I care about you."

She let out a shaky breath, her posture stiffening. "Get out," she said, her tone cold but unsteady.

Holo hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As he left the room, he couldn't help but feel the weight of her words—and the cracks in her armor. Eleanor was fighting harder than ever to keep him out, but he knew that meant he was getting closer to the truth.

Holo had decided to try something different. For weeks, he had been meeting with Eleanor daily, enduring her verbal assaults and attempts to tear him down, all while countering her hatred with kindness. But now, he wanted to see what would happen if he gave her space—or rather, the illusion of abandonment. It wasn't an easy decision, but he knew Eleanor's defenses were rooted in fear of vulnerability. If he disappeared, even temporarily, he hoped it would bring something genuine to the surface.

For six days, Holo stayed away. During that time, he continued his sessions with Trixie, Scarlet, and Felicia, but his mind was always on Eleanor. He wondered how she was reacting to his absence. Was she relieved? Did she even notice? Or was there a small part of her that missed him, even if she wouldn't admit it?

On the seventh day, he finally walked back into her room. As the heavy steel door slid open, Holo braced himself for whatever she had in store. Eleanor sat in her usual spot, her posture relaxed but her green eyes sharp as they immediately locked onto him.

"Well, look who decided to show up," she said, her tone dripping with mockery. "I thought you'd finally come to your senses and given up on me."

Holo stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "I didn't give up," he said calmly. "I just thought you might need some time to yourself."

Eleanor let out a bitter laugh, leaning back in her chair. "Time to myself? That's rich. You mean you ran out of things to say and decided to cut your losses."

Holo smiled faintly, taking a seat across from her. "You know that's not true."

She narrowed her eyes, her expression as cold and calculated as ever. "Isn't it? You've been wasting your time trying to 'fix' me, and now you're back like nothing happened. What's the matter? Did you miss being insulted?"

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Holo studied her carefully, paying close attention to her body language. On the surface, she seemed as composed and biting as ever, but there was something different. Her movements were just a little too stiff, her tone slightly forced. And her eyes—those sharp, piercing green eyes—held a flicker of something he hadn't seen before.

"You missed me, didn't you?" he asked, his voice soft but direct.

Eleanor's expression hardened, and she scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't need you or anyone else."

"Maybe not," Holo said, leaning forward slightly. "But you've gotten used to me being here. You've gotten used to someone listening to you, talking to you, and treating you like you matter. And when I wasn't here, you missed that. You missed me."

Eleanor's jaw tightened, and for a moment, her composure faltered. "Don't be ridiculous," she said, her voice quieter than before. "Why would I miss some idiot who can't take a hint?"

"Because you're human, Eleanor," Holo said gently. "No matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, you're not as cold or heartless as you pretend to be. You want to be seen. You want to be heard. And you want to be cared for."

Her fists clenched in her lap, and she turned her gaze away from him. "You don't know anything about me," she muttered.

"I know more than you think," Holo said. "I know you've built these walls to protect yourself. I know you're afraid of letting anyone in because you think they'll hurt you. And I know that deep down, you don't want to be alone."

Eleanor's shoulders tensed, and she let out a shaky breath. "You're wrong," she said, though her voice lacked its usual bite. "I don't care about you. I don't care about anyone."

"You can keep saying that," Holo said, his tone kind but firm. "But your actions tell a different story."

She turned to glare at him, her green eyes blazing with anger and something else—something softer. "You think you're so clever, don't you? That you've figured me out."

Holo met her gaze, his expression steady. "I think you're scared," he said. "And that's okay. But I'm not going to leave you, Eleanor. Not for good."

Her glare faltered, and she looked away again, her fists unclenching. "You're an idiot," she muttered, her voice trembling slightly. "But... I guess that's what makes you different."

Holo allowed himself a small smile. He knew she wouldn't admit it outright, but her words and actions spoke volumes. Eleanor had missed him, even if she didn't fully understand why. And while her walls were still intact, there were cracks forming—cracks he was determined to widen.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he stood to leave.

Eleanor didn't respond, but as the door closed behind him, Holo couldn't help but feel like he had taken another step forward. For the first time, he saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes—a flicker of the humanity she tried so desperately to hide.