The Boy Who Gave Up on Romantic Feelings ~I’m Done Because I Was Betrayed by The Girlfriends I Used to Date~ - Chapter 43-44

Chapter 43

In the end, I can’t make a decision about living together with Sayaka and decided to postpone the issue.

Afterwards, we spend about 20 minutes just relaxing in the café.

“Well, shall we go?”

“Yeah.”

After settling the bill, both me and Sayaka leave the café. I have a feeling we’ll come here again after we start going to university.

Then, we head to the game centre. We stop by on a whim, but unexpectedly we end up having a blast together.

Before we knew it, it’s already past 6 o’clock.

“Shall we head back soon?”

“Yeah, we did get quite carried away. That’s probably why I’m so tired.”

“Are you coming to my place tomorrow?”

“Of course. We need to start planning our graduation trip for just the two of us.”

“Yeah, that’s right. By the way, something’s been on my mind.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Do you make time to hang out with your friends, Sayaka?”

“Ah.”

With that, she quickly checks her phone. Gradually, her face turns pale.

“This is bad…I have plans to hang out with my friends tomorrow.”

“You can’t forget about that.”

“…is it too late to cancel now?”

“It’s okay…just go and enjoy your youth.”

“Is hanging out with friends as a college student part of the youth experience?”

“If we’re involved in club activities, wouldn’t that be part of our youth?”

“But we’re now college students, aren’t we?”

“True. But still, isn’t it part of our youth?”

At this moment, we are neither high schoolers nor college students. But even so, aren’t we still on our youth? Well, maybe it’s a little too late to call it youth.

“Yeah, maybe we’re a bit too old to call it youth after all.”

“Yeah.”

It’s far too late to call it youth. The cup ramen has already gone stale, it all just fell apart, left unresolved. That’s how I feel right now. In other words, we’ve reached a point where we can no longer enjoy our youth. It’s as if our youth has disintegrated within us completely.

“What is youth…”

“Something we have no idea about.”

“That’s too dramatic.”

“But it’s not entirely wrong, is it?”

“It’s completely wrong.”

“Eh?”

“Don’t give me ‘eh?’.”

Both me and Sayaka lack in experience. We got robbed of our youth. As a result, we miss many experiences and emotions that we were supposed to learn during our student days. If that’s the case, some people might think that it would be a good idea to learn about it in university. However, let me make it clear here that this is a grave mistake.

As we go up to middle school, high school, and university, will our experiences during these three periods be exactly the same? No, they are entirely different.

Firstly, our classmates are different, also the locations of the schools are different. These are obvious facts, the people we interact with are diverse and varies in their own ways.

Learning about the different perspectives and ideas while interacting with different people is an extremely important experience. However, foolishly, there are still quite a few people who are completely unaware of this and believe that their own ideas are always correct.

Therefore, in order to prevent that from happening, it is necessary to understand the perspective and ideas of others. It is essential to interact with people who have different personalities. It is crucial to build friendships where you can receive a lot of help. That’s what I think schools are for.

That’s why the experiences in high school are essential for us. But sadly, I can count the number of friends I have just using one hand.

…it’s over.

“Let’s make a ton of friends in college.”

“…yeah.”

My biggest failure in high school is only having few friends that I can trust. That’s why things turned out the way they did. We need more people we can rely on.

Even though we’re socially awkward, we should do our best.

Chapter 44

The next day, Sayaka goes out to hang out with her friends.

My girlfriend is really cute, so I worry a bit about her getting hit on, but I trust her. Trust is very important in a relationship, after all.

As for me, I’m pondering how to handle the person in front of me.

“Long time no see.”

“…how did you know I live here?”

“Huh? Obviously, I just knew, right?”

“There’s no way you could have known. I didn’t tell you my address.”

“But yet here I am.”

“That’s why I’m asking you, how do you know? From who did you hear it from?”

“I didn’t hear it from anyone. Besides, you should know better than anyone that I know everything about you, right?”

“……”

It feels unsettling. That is the first thought I have in my mind upon meeting her again.

Her name is Haruka Yamashiro. We are classmates from grade school to the graduation of middle school. You can call us childhood friends, or at least that’s how people who don’t know about our relationship would see it. But it’s not that simple, because…

“I haven’t forgotten. What you did to me back then.”

“……”

She tried to kill me.

“So, what do you want?”

“Well, isn’t it fine? Besides, it’s all your fault anyway, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s all your fault. You’re the one who’s been causing trouble because of your own delusions.”

“They’re not delusions, they’re facts, aren’t they?”

Every time I meet her, she always says strange things like this.

“Because, we’re dating after all.”

Haruka Yamashiro. This girl hasn’t changed at all since middle school; she’s a pitiful woman who can only live in her delusions. And as usual, she’s approaching me with her eyes that look dead, trying to get closer to me. It’s like a horror movie. It’s terrifying.

“So, it’s natural that I know everything about my boyfriend, right?”

“No, it’s not natural at all. Do you know what that’s called? It’s called stalking.”

“Stalking? What are you talking about? I’m your girlfriend, I’m not a stalker, okay?”

…seriously, this is such a hassle.

Meeting this person right before entering college is seriously unlucky.

“If you keep bothering me like this, I’ll call the police like last time, you know?”

“…?! How could you do something so cruel to your girlfriend!? I can’t believe it!”

“I’m not your boyfriend. It’s only natural to report you to the police.”

I had to call the police once before because she was too persistent. It seems like she developed a bit of trauma from that incident, so usually she back off if I mention it.

I take out my smartphone.

“See? I’m making the call.”

“Ugh… A-Alright, I get it. I’ll leave today. But don’t forget that you’re my boyfriend.”

“I’ll forget it right away.”

The moment she turns away, I enter my house and lock the door.

Then I quickly lock all the windows and close the curtains.

“…alright.”

This is to prevent her from entering my house through the window.

And then I wait for about ten minutes.

“I survived.”

Finally, I’m freed from this agony. The fact that nothing happens after ten minutes means there is no problem. She probably isn’t around here anymore.

“…what a hassle.”

Despite saying that so, my body can’t stop trembling.

It’s really unlucky to meet her before starting university. I feel immense anxiety about the future ahead.