After My Girlfriend Dumped Me, I Got Reincarnated As A High School Student. That Part’s Fine—But Why Are All My Ex-Girlfriends Here Too? - Chapter 1 – Birthday Present, Despair to You

Have you ever heard the saying, “A woman’s heart is like the autumn sky”?

It means that, just like the ever-changing autumn weather, a woman’s heart can change easily too. And right now, I—Yuta Misumi—was experiencing that truth firsthand.

Though, to be fair, it wasn’t autumn at all.

It was the latter half of August, still far too hot to even call it late summer. But the seasons don’t matter when reality decides to slap you in the face.

“I don’t love you that way anymore. So… let’s end this.”

That one message came while I was waiting for the bus home.

A single short email from the girl I’d just spent the day with—written with no waste, no emotion, just the facts. It was impossible to misread. And it forced me, whether I liked it or not, to face reality.

“You don’t love me anymore, huh…”

Well, I guess she’s my ex now.

Hiromi Segawa and I had always gotten along. We shared hobbies, we laughed together, and I truly enjoyed being with her. Before I knew it, we’d grown closer and become a couple.

But that’s all in the past. Without warning, without even a hint, her heart had simply changed.

It hurt. I was sad that what we had was over. Yet, somewhere deep down, a part of me understood.

“Did I… really love her?”

Sure, I was happy when we were together. Her smile, her little gestures—they always made me feel at ease. The time I spent with her was warm, comfortable.

But was that truly love? Couldn’t I have felt the same with a close friend? That thought wouldn’t leave my head.

And the most painful part wasn’t even that she broke up with me. Well… maybe it was. But that wasn’t the whole story.

“Again, huh.”

It wasn’t the first time. Every time I dated someone, it ended the same way. And every one of them quickly found a new boyfriend, fading out of my life like I’d never been there at all.

“Man… this sucks.”

After repeating that cycle over and over, I suddenly found myself thirty-five years old. On my birthday, no less, I got dumped again—and was alone once more.

A birthday that should’ve marked a new chapter in life turned into a cruel reminder instead.

“Can’t even laugh at this one…”

I didn’t know where I went wrong. Maybe it had all been set in stone from the start. All the time and feelings I’d built up—maybe they were just the steps leading to this inevitable end.

“I’m pathetic, aren’t I?”

They say only love can heal a wound caused by love. What a cruel saying that is.

Sure, maybe if I could fall for someone again soon—feel something stronger than before—then eventually, I’d forget all of this. But who’s to say it wouldn’t end the same way again? Wouldn’t it just be another step toward another heartbreak?

How many more times would I have to repeat that?

Every new start takes time—meeting someone, getting close, becoming lovers. A year passes, then another. And I start thinking, She’s different. She’s the one. Even when there’s no real reason to believe it.

And then…

Would I really go through all that again? At this age? When I don’t even know if I’ll get another chance?

It’s not like back in school, when I believed I had endless time. Now, I’m at the age where being married with kids wouldn’t surprise anyone. Yet here I am—still at the starting line.

“I’m just… tired of it all.”

Everything started to feel meaningless. Life never goes the way you want it to. I’d learned that lesson more times than I could count.

“But does it really have to be this bad?”

If only I were some high-spec guy— good-looking like an idol, smart, rich, charming, someone who actually understands women. Then maybe I wouldn’t even be in this mess.

But no. I’m not that guy. My education’s nothing special, my income’s average, and my face is just… normal. Worse, I’m starting to go bald—thanks, Dad.

“Yeah… no way I’m getting another girlfriend like this.”

Complaining wouldn’t change anything.

How did it come to this? It wasn’t supposed to be like this. If only I’d done things differently—if only something had changed back then—maybe…

Those thoughts swirled endlessly in my head, drowning everything else out. Negativity filled me completely, leaving no space for hope.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice it. Maybe that’s why I let my guard down.

“Huh?”

A sudden impact from behind. And then—headlights, bright and close. A truck rushing toward me.

“What a terrible birthday…”

Those were my last words before my consciousness faded into nothing.