Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 31: Tell Me

Eleanor took slow, deliberate steps toward Holo, her crystal green eyes locked onto his. There was something eerie about her presence—calm, composed, but with a sharp edge that made the air feel heavier. Holo stood his ground, refusing to back away even as she approached.

When she was only a few feet away, she stopped, tilting her head slightly as she studied him. "Do you know how to break someone, Holo?" she asked, her voice quiet but piercing.

Holo furrowed his brow, unsure of what she meant. "Break someone?" he repeated. "No, I don't."

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Eleanor's lips, though it was devoid of humor. "It's simple, really," she said. "You don't need brute force or endless torment. All you need to do is destroy what they hold most dear."

Her words sent a chill down Holo's spine, but he didn't look away. "Why would you want to do that?" he asked, his voice steady despite the unease creeping over him.

Eleanor let out a soft, bitter laugh. "Because it's the only way to prove how fragile people really are. Take away what they love, and they crumble. It's human nature."

Holo clenched his fists at his sides. "That's not true," he said firmly. "People are stronger than you think. They can recover, rebuild, and keep going."

Her smirk widened, and she took another step closer. "Is that what you believe?" she asked, her tone laced with mockery. "Then let's test your theory. If I were to destroy what the others love most, what do you think would happen?"

Holo's chest tightened as he realized what she was implying. "You're talking about me," he said, his voice low.

"Of course," Eleanor replied, her expression unreadable. "You're the center of their little world, aren't you? Trixie, Scarlet, Felicia—they all cling to you like their lives depend on it. If I killed you, it would destroy them completely."

Holo's heart raced, but he refused to show fear. "You won't kill me," he said, his voice steady.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "Oh? And why not?"

"Because I won't let you," Holo said simply. "I'm not going to die, Eleanor. Not for you, not for anyone."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity. "You're an interesting one, Holo," she said after a moment. "Most people would beg for their lives in this situation. But you? You're standing here, staring me down, refusing to give in."

Holo took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Because I believe in what I'm doing," he said. "I came here to help you, Eleanor. Not to give up, and definitely not to let you hurt the others."

Eleanor's smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of something that looked almost like admiration. "You're either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish," she said softly. "I haven't decided which yet."

"Maybe it's both," Holo said, his voice calm. "But I'm not giving up on you, Eleanor. No matter what you say or do, I'm here to help."

Eleanor stared at him for a long moment, her piercing green eyes searching his face for any sign of weakness or doubt. When she found none, she let out a quiet sigh and stepped back.

"You're not what I expected," she admitted, her tone softer than before. "But that doesn't mean I trust you."

"I'm not asking for your trust," Holo said. "I'm asking for a chance."

Eleanor's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she turned away, retreating back into the shadows of her cell. "Come back tomorrow," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I'll have an answer for you then."

Holo nodded, taking her words as a small victory. "I will."

As he stepped out of the cell and the door closed behind him, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Eleanor was different from the others, and he knew earning her trust would be a monumental challenge. But he was determined to see it through.

The next day, Holo stood outside Eleanor's cell, steadying his nerves before stepping inside. Her words from the previous day still lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of how different she was from the other girls. As the door slid open, the dimly lit room greeted him once again, with Eleanor sitting in her usual spot, her crystal green eyes glinting in the faint light.

"You came back," she said, her voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of intrigue.

"I said I would," Holo replied, taking a seat across from her. "I'm not giving up on you."

Eleanor tilted her head slightly, studying him with that same unreadable expression. "You're persistent, I'll give you that," she said. "But tell me, Holo, have you ever thought about what drives people to do terrible things?"

Holo frowned, unsure of where she was going with this. "What do you mean?"

She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. "I'm talking about the kind of things society condemns—war, violence, terrorism. Have you ever stopped to think about the morals behind those actions?"

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Holo's chest tightened as her words sank in. "Morals? How can something like terrorism have morals?"

Eleanor's lips curved into a faint smirk, though her eyes remained serious. "It's not as black and white as people like to think," she said. "Take terrorism, for example. People are quick to label it as evil, and for good reason. But have you ever considered what drives someone to resort to it in the first place?"

Holo shook his head, his expression cautious. "I haven't... not really."

"Fear, desperation, pain," Eleanor continued, her voice steady. "When people feel powerless, when they think the world has abandoned them, they lash out. They want to be seen, to be heard, to remind the world that they exist. And sometimes, the only way to do that is through destruction."

Holo felt a chill run down his spine. "That doesn't make it right," he said firmly.

Eleanor's green eyes locked onto his, sharp and unyielding. "Of course it doesn't. But understanding why people do terrible things is the first step toward stopping them. If you only look at the surface—the violence, the chaos—you'll never get to the root of the problem."

Holo hesitated, her words forcing him to confront ideas he'd never fully considered before. "So... you're saying it's about understanding people's pain?"

Eleanor nodded, her gaze softening slightly. "Pain drives people to extremes. When someone feels like they have nothing left to lose, they become dangerous. That's why it's so important to listen, to understand, to offer them another way."

Her words struck a chord with Holo, reminding him of his interactions with Trixie, Scarlet, and Felicia. Each of them had their own pain, their own struggles that had driven them to the brink. And yet, through patience and understanding, he had managed to reach them.

"You're right," he said quietly. "Pain can push people to do terrible things. But it can also be the thing that brings them back."

Eleanor tilted her head, her smirk softening into something resembling a smile. "You surprise me, Holo," she said. "Most people would've dismissed my words as nonsense. But you... you're different."

"I'm just trying to understand you," he said. "That's all I want."

For a moment, silence filled the room as Eleanor studied him, her expression thoughtful. "You're either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish," she said finally, echoing her words from the previous day. "But I think... I might be starting to believe you."

Holo felt a small flicker of hope at her words. "Does that mean you'll let me keep talking to you?"

Eleanor's green eyes met his, her gaze steady. "Come back tomorrow," she said softly. "We'll see if you're still brave enough to handle me."

Holo nodded, standing up and heading for the door. As it slid shut behind him, he couldn't help but feel like he had taken another step forward, however small. Eleanor was still a mystery, but he was determined to unravel it.