The Reason Why I was Cheated on By My Girlfriend - Chapter 2

Disgusting

It’s already morning.

I couldn’t get any sleep at all.

I feel nauseous.

I’m in a worse shape than ever before.

It’s because…

Lack of sleep and—

(…what the hell was that?)

I still can’t believe it.

I want to convince myself that it was just a bad dream.

Niimi Yua.

She is my childhood friend who lives next door.

She has a lively personality, kind to everyone, her academics and sports skills are average.

If she sees someone in trouble, she can’t help but offer a helping hand.

We are always together.

There are many times when people around us misunderstood that we are dating each other.

I have never confirmed nor deny those words.

But somewhere in my heart, I believed.

That one day, one of us would confess.

We would become a couple and be together until the day we die.

I believed it without a doubt.

Even yesterday, we walked to school together in the morning.

And today too—

“Haru-kun! It’s morning!”

Yua comes to my room just like always.

“Huh? Are you still sleeping?”

This is what you might call a ‘face pass’.

Since we’ve been really close with each other since we were little, she can just enter my house as if it’s her own house.

“Hey, it’s time to wake up!”

She walks up to me and shakes my shoulder.

The moment she touches me, my body shudders with an awful sense of discomfort.

So, I brush her hand off my shoulder.

“Eh? What? What’s happening?”

I did it reflexively.

It’s as if I was touching boiling water, my body is rejecting her.

“Sorry, today—”

—I don’t want to see your face.

“—please go ahead without me.”

I barely managed to hold myself back saying my true feelings.

“Ah, I see.”

Yua says so with an understanding look on her face.

“Well, it can’t be helped. Of course you’d feel that way.”

Suddenly, I hear the bed creak.

“With such a cute childhood friend always around, it’s no wonder you’d be pent up~”

The whispered so in my ear.

“Should I take care of you?”

—it flashed back to me.

I thought she’s just teasing me all this time.

Just how dumb am I?

Isn’t it obvious?

After all, it wouldn’t be surprising if she has an interest about that kind of thing at our age.

‘—Haru-kun, no matter how much I keep seducing him, he never makes a move on me.’

(…disgusting)

Until yesterday, I would be excited hearing her say those words.

But now, I feel nothing but disgust. I feel nauseous.

“Haru-kun, are you feeling unwell?”

Stop it.

“Shall I check your forehead?”

I reflexively brush her hand away once again.

She has a very surprised expression on her face.

Seeing that face—seeing my beloved childhood friend’s face like that—my heart became a mess.

“Haru-kun, why are you crying?”

I quickly turn my back to her.

“Leave me alone.”

“Umm…”

Her voice is filled with confusion.

I pull the blanket to cover myself.

I don’t want to hear anything.

I don’t want to see anything.

Disgusting.

Disgusting. Disgusting.

“Tell me about it later, okay?”

Finally, Yua says so with a worried tone and leaves my room.

After the familiar footsteps fades away, I mutter to myself.

“…disgusting.”

My mind is a mess, I feel dizzy.

I want to sleep. I want to wait for this nightmare to end in my bed.

“…disgusting.”

However, this isn’t a nightmare. It’s reality.

What should I do?

Should I ask Yua about it?

No, there’s no way I can do that.

“…I don’t want to go to school.”

A voice echoes in my head.

It’s okay. It’s fine to skip just one day.

“…I don’t want to see Yua.”

We’re always together since we were little.

I even fell in love with her.

There is nothing strange about her.

Yesterday and today, she’s acting as usual.

Then, does that mean she’s already like that from the beginning?

Is she always like that when I’m not looking?

Disgusting. Disgusting.

The memories of Yua that are supposed to be beautiful are being tainted by something horrifying.

“……”

I cover my mouth with my hand, hold my breath, and run.

I rush to the bathroom and vomit all of the contents of my stomach.

Before I knew it, tears are running down my cheeks.

After throwing everything up, I go to the sink and wash my face.

“…disgusting.”

I feel a little bit better, but the situation hasn’t changed at all.

My mind is a mess, I don’t think I’ll be able to think straight for a while.

It’s as if a large hole has appeared in my heart.