I’m what you’d call a "Chatterbox Yandere." A Stage-5 Clinger with a motor mouth. After school let out for the summer, I screamed "Mom!" about three hundred times a day. She finally snapped. She personally drove me six hundred miles across state lines, tricked me into getting out of the car, and dumped me. "Actually, sweetie, you have a childhood fiancé we arranged for you. Go harass him instead." I turned around, and a face of absolute, icy perfection appeared before me. My possessiveness spiked instantly. I started haunting him like a poltergeist, clinging to him 24/7. "Location drop! Send it now!!! (Rage)" "Who were you texting? Why did you leave me on read for thirty minutes? (Interrogation)" "Who was that bitch kissing you in my dream last night? (Dark aura)" "Explain yourself! Is it that hard to say a single word? Huh? (Suffocating)" The butler looked at the boy, who looked like he wanted to un-alive himself, and whispered weakly: "Miss... our Young Master is mute." 1 My dad is a possessive psycho. My mom is a ray of sunshine. They combined their DNA and created me: a obsessive compulsive yapper. Growing up, everyone around me lived in my shadow. My dad ran multiple psych evals on me. Only after confirming I was "all bark, no bite" did he cancel the reservation at the asylum. Junior year summer break. My bestie said goodbye with tears in her eyes, then sprinted away like Usain Bolt. I had no one to talk to, so I stuck to my mom like glue. Why? Because my dad has hearing loss. He takes out his hearing aids and literally ghosts me while sitting in the same room. One night, I had a nightmare. I knocked on their bedroom door, looking like the girl from The Ring. They took forever to open it. My dad didn't even hide his annoyance, his voice rasping. "Jade, what do you want now?" I pushed past him, staring at my mom with the eyes of a Victorian widow. "Mom, why didn't you say goodnight?" "What were you guys doing? Why did it take five minutes to open the door?" "Why was the door locked? We are a family! Explain!" "Mom, I dreamed you had a second baby and threw me in the trash. You wouldn't do that, right? Hmm?" "Why aren't you answering? Speak to me!" My mom closed her eyes, grinding her teeth. "Do you think I’d have another kid just to punish myself? One of you is already a life sentence!" I immediately beamed, climbing into bed to cuddle her. "Mommy, I knew you loved me most. Can you tell me the story about the dream you had when you were pregnant with me again?" My dad’s face went cold. He reached out to drag me off the bed, but Mom stopped him. They exchanged a look. My dad actually stopped, closed the door, and left. He didn't even look mad; he looked... pleased? I was too immersed in the joy of being Mommy’s Favorite to overthink it. So when she suggested a "girls' road trip," I agreed without hesitation. The next day, I passed out as soon as I got in the car. Motion sickness is my only weakness; it shuts me up. They looked suspiciously happy. My dad even gave me a rare smile. I slept, woke up, slept again. I don't know how much time passed before I was physically hauled out of the car. "We're here." The car was parked in front of a low-key, old-money estate that screamed generational wealth. Suitcase shoved into my hand. Dad back in driver's seat. Doors locked. Engine revved. I snapped awake just as the car peeled out of the driveway. Only my mom's voice drifted back on the wind: "Baby, you actually have an arranged marriage pact with this family! Go bother your future husband! We'll pick you up when school starts!" My face darkened instantly. They dared to trick me? "Miss Sterling." A respectful, middle-aged voice called out. I turned my head. My gloomy, murderous eyes instantly turned into heart emojis. I take it back. Mom is a real one. Standing there was a boy who looked like he walked out of a K-drama. Red lips, pale skin, tall and slender like bamboo. He lowered his eyes coldly, showing zero curiosity about his sudden fiancée. The butler in the sharp suit next to him was enthusiastic, though. "Miss Sterling, this is our Young Master. You—" I rushed forward like a hurricane, vibrating with excitement. "Oh my god, I knew it. One look and I know you're my future husband!" "What's your name?" "Hmm? Why aren't you talking? Are you shy?" "Fine, I'll just call you Hubby-Wubby." Meeting his stiff, dead-inside gaze, I had an epiphany. "Right, I shouldn't be so forward. I need parental approval. Where are your parents? Take me to pay my respects." The butler’s face dropped. The boy stopped looking at me, pursed his lips, and turned to walk away. 2 I met Grandpa Silas—the owner of the estate—and learned the boy's name was Silas. His parents died in an accident when he was six. The PTSD made him go mute. He hasn't spoken a word since. "Your grandfather and I were war buddies," Grandpa Silas explained. "We made a pact as a joke back then. Obviously, no one is forcing you. We just wanted you two to be friends." He looked at my relieved expression and sighed heavily. "Silas has had a hard life. No dad, no mom, mocked for being mute... I don't know how many years I have left. Jade, if you aren't willing..." I waved my hand, already considering Silas my property. "Who said I'm not willing? Don't worry, Grandpa. I'm loyal to a fault. This Hubby is mine!" Thank god he’s not deaf. If he was like my dad, how would I survive? Grandpa Silas grinned so hard his dentures almost slipped. We chatted for two hours. It was like soulmates meeting across time. Eventually, the butler mentioned it was getting dark. I reluctantly went to my guest room. Right next to Silas's room. I knocked. He didn't open. "Hubby? Open up. Don't hide in there being silent. I know you're awake." "Aren't you curious about your fiancée? Don't you want to know if I like Mom or Dad more? My GPA? If I've ever received a love letter? My favorite anime? If I like sunny days or rain? The color of my pajamas? My thread count?" He didn't respond for a full hour. But I talked myself into a great mood and went to sleep satisfied. Finally! Someone who listens to me for an hour without interrupting! The next morning, Silas was eating breakfast. I scooted over. "Yo, you like wontons? Crazy coincidence. There’s a shop near my school that sells the best wontons. The line is insane. I'll take you there. Speaking of lines, there’s a supermarket sale... oh, by the way, what color are your boxers?" Cough, cough! The butler, who was smiling like a proud auntie, choked on air. Silas finally put down his spoon. His exquisite brows furrowed. His entire body screamed: GET AWAY FROM ME. But after living with my dad’s resting bitch face for 17 years, my skin is thicker than a bank vault. I turned to the butler. The butler cleared his throat and whispered: "Black." Silas shot up from his chair, his eyes filled with disbelief and humiliation. "Young Master, the Master said to inform Miss Jade of anything she is interested in. Detailed information." Silas turned cold and stormed off. I chased him. "We should add each other on Snapchat. Or WeChat. Speaking of WeChat, isn't the 'Press to Hold' voice note feature so aggressive? Hahahaha..." SLAM. His bedroom door nearly took my nose off. I rubbed my face and yelled downstairs. "Uncle Butler! Speaking of boxers, I forgot to ask about the size. Does he—" The door opened again. With a face red as a tomato, Silas shoved a phone into my face. QR code. Add friend. I grinned. Gotcha. 3 From then on, wherever he went, I was the yapping tail behind him. Silas went from ignoring me to being annoyed, and finally, to resigning himself to his fate. I mapped out his incredibly boring routine. Breakfast -> Room. Lunch -> Room. Water plants -> Room. Currently, I was staring at him watering the hydrangeas. His movements were fluid and graceful. Silas glanced at me, confused. He seemed to be asking why I was so quiet today. I was suddenly moved. Tears welled up. Sob. Life really is different depending on who you're with. Grandpa Silas and the butler walked by at that moment. Grandpa slammed his cane down and glared at Silas. "Are you bullying Jade again?" Silas: "..." He pursed his lips, accepting the blame silently. I stopped Grandpa. "It's not him. It's just... I'm too emotional. My parents think I'm annoying. Only Silas listens quietly. He never interrupts. Meeting him is my blessing. I'll treat him well forever!" Silence fell over the garden. I wiped my eyes, unaware of the awkward atmosphere, and seamlessly pivoted. "By the way, Grandpa, where have you been? Busy? Why didn't you reply to my text? Are you free to chat tonight? I heard you like fishing. I know a spot. Speaking of fish..." Grandpa Silas and the butler exchanged a panicked look, laughed nervously, pretended a fake alarm went off on their watch, and bolted. Sigh. True listeners are hard to find. At least I found the one who understands me. I turned back to look at Silas. He had his back to me, watering the plants. But his spine was stiff, and the tips of his ears were burning red. That night, after sending Silas my 1,000th message of the day, I got sleepy. Just as I was passing out, my best friend Ginger FaceTimed me. She's the only person who can tolerate me (barely). "Something's wrong, Jade. You used to send me 500 texts a day. Why has it been radio silence lately?" She squinted at my guilty face on the screen. "Oh my god. You're seeing someone behind my back?" "Is he better than me? Can he handle ten years of your non-stop harassment?" "Better not let me catch him, or I'll chop him into confetti." Her accusations were getting wild, so I explained the situation. We talked until midnight. She came to a sour conclusion: Silas is just tolerating you. He's suffering in silence. Literally. "Impossible," I said. "We are soulmates!" That night, I had a nightmare. In the dream, Silas was hooking up with some random woman. I tried to stop him, and he looked at me coldly and said one word: Leave. I woke up sweating. My possessiveness hit me like a truck. I didn't even put on slippers. I marched downstairs with a dark cloud over my head, grabbed Silas by the collar while he was eating oatmeal. In his shocked eyes, I exploded: "Report to me! Send your location!!! (Rage)" "Who were you texting? Why didn't you reply for 30 minutes? (Interrogation)" "Who was that bitch kissing you in my dream? (Darkness)" "Explain! Is it hard to speak? Huh? (Suffocation)" The butler whispered in my ear, "Miss... he's mute." I froze. I loosened my grip and patted his collar. "Oh. Don't be scared, baby. I was possessed by a demon just now. I didn't mean to yell. I just like you too much. You understand, right? (Puppy eyes)" Silas slapped my hand away coldly and typed on his phone. My phone pinged. 【I have no obligation to report to you.】 My fingernails dug into my palm. I looked up, smiling creepily. "Great. I hope you don't regret that." 4 Silas checked his phone for the tenth time. Usually, by now, he'd have hundreds of unread notifications. But today? Nothing. Not a single ping from morning til night. Silas thought coldly: This is how it should be. But a strange irritation kept bubbling up in his chest. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. He quickly grabbed a book, checking the mirror to make sure his frown was relaxing. He didn't realize he was relieved. But it wasn't the familiar, aggressive knocking. It was the butler talking to a maid. "Miss Jade hasn't come out all day?" "No. And she looked scary when she went in. She had a fruit knife..." Silas’s heart stopped. He recalled her last words: I hope you don't regret that. He bolted upright, threw the door open, and marched to Jade's room in front of the shocked staff. Knock. No answer. He took a deep breath and kicked the door open. A thick, spicy aroma hit him in the face. The smell of hotpot. Jade paused mid-slice, knife hovering over a slab of beef. They stared at each other. ... Silas looked at the table full of food. His expression was... complicated. He pulled out his phone. 【When you said 'regret,' did you mean regretting not watching you eat yourself to death?】 Me: "..." I ignored him and kept slicing meat. He stood in the doorway, not leaving. The air had never been this quiet. Ding. Another message. 【I'm sorry.】 I looked up. He was looking down, almost nervous. My anger vanished instantly. I know I inherited my dad’s "yandere" genes. When someone I like treats others well, I get destructive urges. But my mom's vanity neutralizes it. Whenever I want to hurt myself, I look in the mirror, see my glowing skin, and think: I can't damage this masterpiece. As for hurting others? My mom made me watch "True Crime Daily" growing up. I know the law. People who don't understand me aren't worth jail time. So, I found the best outlet: Slicing meat. The feeling of a sharp blade through beef calms me down. But I hate sharing food when I'm mad. Wait. Silas kicked the door down. Was he... worried? I hesitated. "You want some?" He actually nodded. He walked over and sat opposite me naturally. The butler watched with a goofy grin and quietly closed the door. I tried to stay quiet, but Silas typed: 【Tell me about yourself. I want to listen.】 My eyes lit up. "Really?" He nodded. That hotpot lasted four hours. My mouth ran like a wild horse. Silas listened intently, nodding at the right times. Even Ginger tells me to shut up after a few hundred sentences. Oh God. I really found my soulmate. Overcome with emotion, I lunged across the table and hugged him. "Hubby! Meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me!" Silas stopped breathing. He stiffened into a statue, but his pale face turned a deep shade of crimson.
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