The Reason Why I was Cheated on By My Girlfriend - Chapter 7

As Usual (Haru’s POV)

‘Where are you right now?’

‘Putting on my shoes.’

‘Be right there.’

After replying to Yua’s message, I leave the library.

Talking to her is something I used to look forward to, but now I just feel depressed.

‘—we’ll make our move tomorrow after school.’

I remember what Sakashita-san said.

‘—until then, please get along with her’

That sweet, melting whisper still lingers in my ears.

‘—it will be okay. Trust me.’

There is no way I can resist that voice.

If she were a con artist, I would surely be deceived.

I can see myself objectively enough to know that I’m emotionally unstable right now.

Is this really the right choice?

Just thinking about it hits me with an excruciating pain that feels like my head is about to explode.

But I don’t want to blame anyone else.

This is something I’ve thought through and decided on my own.

“You’re late.”

I hear a voice says so.

It feels like my heart is being stabbed.

I hold my breath and lift my head.

In front of me is the slightly tense smile of my beloved childhood friend.

(…disgusting.)

I’m struggling to supress my true feelings.

I take a breath and force a smile on my face.

“Were you waiting for me this whole time?”

I wonder if I managed to smile properly.

I wonder if she realized anything strange about me.

“…look.”

As I start to feel uneasy, she rolls up her right sleeve.

“You left a bruise on my arm from this morning.”

Sure enough, it has turned blue.

It looks painful. I feel guilty.

But—somehow, it looks incredibly beautiful.

Right now, I can’t help but see her as something disgusting.

However, that blue bruise on her arm looks incredibly beautiful.

If I cover her whole body in bruises—wait, what am I thinking?

That thought is too dangerous. That isn’t normal.

This is bad, I’m not emotionally stable right now.

“…sorry.”

Somehow, I managed to squeeze out some sensible words.

“Nope. I won’t forgive you.”

Yua replied so playfully.

“Did something bad happen?”

For a moment, it feels like time has stopped.

She has a worried expression on her face. Her eyes are showing genuine concern.

I know it because we’ve known each other since we were little—my beloved childhood friend is standing right there.

Suddenly…I desperately hold back the urge to throw up.

Because…behind my back, she…what the hell?

Ahh, it’s all so messed up. I want to get away from Yua right now. If I keep talking to her, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

“…sorry.”

That word is all I can squeeze out of me.

Yua looks shocked.

“Did I do something wrong? Is it my fault?”

Yeah, it is.

“…no, it’s my fault.”

How much easier would it be if I can just tell her the truth?

“Are you sure?”

“…yeah.”

Of course it’s a lie. Can’t you see that?

This is too hard.

What the hell is wrong with me?

It’s just a normal conversation

I’ve been doing this normally for over ten years…!

“Hey.”

I have to go, I need to get her out of my sight as soon as possible.

“What is it, Haru-kun?”

“…as an apology, I’ll treat you something.”

I said so while looking away from her.

“How much can I spend?”

“…please go easy on me.”

The Yua I know would normally suggest we just head home at a time like this.

“I appreciate it, Haru-kun. But I just want to go home for today.”

Yeah, she is really my childhood friend.

This is disgusting…so disgusting…

I just can’t understand what’s going on her mind.

“Haru-kun, let me know when you’re ready to talk.”

I’m the one who should be saying that.

“We’re really close with each other aren’t we, Haru-kun? It hurts me to think that there are still secrets between us.”

You shouldn’t be the one saying that.

“Shall we go?”

“…yeah, let’s go.”

Every time I hear her voice trying to be considerate, it feels like stomach acid is burning my throat.

I feel so nauseous that I might throw up if I let my guard down for even a moment.

“Haru-kun, did you pay attention in class today?”

“…not really.”

The once pleasant time of walking home with Yua now feels like torture.

“Do you want me to show you my notes?”

“…that would help.”

I used to love walking next to Yua so much, but now burning in hell seems better.

“Oryaa!”

Yua nudges her shoulder into me.

I bite my lip hard and hold my breath.

Strong acid burns my throat.

But still, I somehow managed to endure it.

“…what is it?”

A surprisingly gloomy voices came out of me.

“Haru-kun, you’re so gloomy!”

Please stop.

How can you act that way?

How can you act as if you’ve done nothing wrong at all?

‘—How about getting revenge?’

‘—We should make her experience the feeling of having her mind destroyed.’

Suddenly, I feel like I’m being gently embraced from behind.

“Just a little longer…”

That’s right. I’ve decided.

I will give Yua…the same feeling that I experienced.

“Just wait a little longer.”

For my revenge, I’ll endure this hell and continue to be friendly with you.

I’ll act as usual…no, I’ll be even friendlier than before until tomorrow after school.

“Is it okay if I come to your room again tomorrow?”

Of course you can’t come to my room.

Don’t mess with me, you damn bitch.

“Tomorrow, I’ll come to you.”

The words that came out of my mouth is the complete opposite of what I feel.

The intense feelings of disgust and nausea have disappeared.

Yeah, that’s right.

My anger has devoured everything.

The desire for my revenge towards Yua has become stronger than the disgust and nausea I feel towards her.

“…Haru-kun, you pervert.”

She is really disgusting.

What’s with that ‘Haru-kun’ nonsense?

Don’t call me that so casually.

“I’m just joking. I’ll be waiting for you.”

But for now, I must endure this hell.

For now, I’ll put a smile on my face.

Because tomorrow…

—I’ll give her the feeling of having her mind destroyed.

…hmm? But how do I do that?

Yua only thinks of me as a worthless bastard.

…no, it’s okay.

I believe in Sakashita-san. I’m sure she has a plan.

…relying on others, huh?

It can’t be helped. I’m tired. I don’t want to think about anything anymore.

So tonight, I’ll get some good night sleep.

Because tomorrow, surely…surely…