Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 38: Live For Love

The next day, Holo walked into Eleanor's room with a cautious optimism. Their last conversation had been the most revealing yet, and though Eleanor was far from fully opening up, he could feel the shift in her. There was something different about her today, something softer, though she still carried her usual air of defiance.

Eleanor glanced at him as he sat down across from her. For once, she didn't greet him with a sarcastic comment or sharp insult. Instead, she seemed almost... contemplative.

"I've been thinking," she said finally, her voice quiet but firm.

Holo tilted his head slightly, giving her his full attention. "About what?"

She hesitated, her green eyes flickering with uncertainty. "About what you said yesterday. About moving forward. About... letting go."

Holo nodded, his expression encouraging. "And?"

Eleanor let out a shaky breath, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "You can't fix my past," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "You can't change what I've been through, or what I've done. But maybe... maybe you can help me build something new. A future."

Holo's chest tightened, a mix of relief and hope flooding through him. "I'd like that," he said softly. "And I think you'd be great at building a future for yourself."

Eleanor scoffed, though there was no malice in her tone. "Don't start with the compliments. You're already insufferable enough as it is."

Holo chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "I'll take that as progress."

Her lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile before she quickly looked away. "Don't get used to it."

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Over the following days, Eleanor began to change. Slowly, subtly, but undeniably. She still struggled to express her true feelings, often masking her vulnerability with sarcasm or biting remarks. But there were moments—fleeting, unguarded moments—when her walls would crumble, and Holo could see the person she was trying so hard to protect.

At the same time, Eleanor found herself consumed by thoughts of Holo. It was maddening. No matter how hard she tried to push him out of her mind, he always found a way back in. His smile, his kindness, his unwavering determination—it all gnawed at the edges of her carefully constructed defenses, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

She hated it. She hated how much she wanted him, how much she craved his attention, his approval, his presence. But at the same time, she couldn't help but long for it. The thought of him consumed her, filling her with a mixture of frustration and longing that she couldn't begin to untangle.

One day, as Holo entered her room, she met him with a sharp glare. "Do you ever get tired of being so... irritatingly kind?" she asked, her tone laced with mock annoyance.

Holo blinked, caught off guard by the question. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"You're always smiling, always saying the right thing," Eleanor said, crossing her arms. "It's infuriating. Don't you ever get angry? Don't you ever want to just... stop?"

Holo shook his head, his gaze steady. "I can't stop, Eleanor. Not when it comes to you."

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Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. "You're ridiculous," she muttered, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

"Maybe," Holo said with a small smile. "But you're stuck with me."

Eleanor's chest tightened as she looked at him, her mind racing. She wanted to mock him, to push him away, to tell him he was wasting his time. But she couldn't. All she could think about was how much she wanted him—how much she needed him. It wasn't just a passing thought anymore; it was an ache, a yearning that consumed her.

"Why do you care so much about me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Because I see the real you," Holo said softly. "And I think she's worth caring about."

Eleanor stared at him, her green eyes filled with a mixture of confusion, frustration, and something deeper—something she wasn't ready to name. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt the faintest flicker of hope. And it terrified her.

"Don't stop," she whispered, barely audible.

Holo tilted his head. "What?"

"Don't stop being kind," she said, her voice trembling. "Even if I don't deserve it."

"You do," Holo said, his voice firm. "And I'll keep proving it to you."

As the words hung in the air, Eleanor felt something shift inside her. For the first time, she allowed herself to hope that maybe—just maybe—she could have a future worth living for. And Holo was at the center of it.