Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Episode 2

How long has it been since Fuyumi cheated on me and we broke up?

Since that day, I haven’t done a thing.

I didn’t have the will to.

I stopped going to university.

Quit my part-time job.

Cut off contact with everyone.

Needless to say, dating was out of the question.
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“……”

All I could think about was Fuyumi.

We’d been together since high school—for five years.

I’d even thought about marrying her.

But look at reality.

Since that day, I haven’t seen her. Haven’t heard from her.

We used to live together, but she never came home again.

She’s probably—no, definitely—staying at Natsuyama-senpai’s place.

They’re probably enjoying themselves right now.

The nausea hits, but I don’t throw up.

No, I used to. At first, I did.

But now there’s nothing left to vomit. That’s all.
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“……”

I lay silently on my bed, staring around the room.

The curtains, the low dining table—Fuyumi picked them all out.

Even the bedding, which I chose, is full of memories with her.

The pillow I bought didn’t suit her, so she brought her own from her parents’ place.

The fabric was frayed and probably past its prime, but to me, it seemed like a symbol of all the time we’d spent together.

And maybe… a symbol of the end of our relationship, too.
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“Hah… Hah… Hah…”

It was getting hard to breathe.

I couldn’t stay in this room any longer.

I forced myself up from the bed, stumbled into the kitchen, just needing… water.
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“…Ah.”

But I looked.

And in the kitchen, the memories were even more vivid.

I cooked here.

Other days, she did.

We used to wash the dishes together while talking about our day—
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“Ugh…”

The nausea wouldn’t stop.

I felt sick.

But I still couldn’t vomit.

Why?

Because I hadn’t eaten a thing.

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“No good… This is no good…”

My head was spinning.

There was no escape.

No matter where I went, no matter what I did—every place was stained with memories of Fuyumi.

I just wanted to shut my eyes.

No… I didn’t even want to be alive anymore.

All I wanted now was to get away—from this pain, from this room.
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“Why?”

Sure, things hadn’t been great between us lately.

But… did I really deserve this?

She cheated on me. Lied about staying at a friend’s place.

Did I really deserve to be treated like that?

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“…Or maybe.”

Maybe I had it backward.

Maybe it wasn’t that things got bad so she cheated—but that she cheated first, and then lost interest in me.

Maybe things fell apart because she was already with Natsuyama-senpai.

Maybe the way she lashed out at me was just frustration from not being able to see him.

Maybe she was trying to push me away, trying to make me angry so we’d break up.

If that’s true—then Fuyumi’s love for me…

It’s already long gone.
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“I’m so tired.”

There are two exits from our apartment.

One is obvious: the front door.

It’s locked, but it’s easy enough to open from inside.

But right now, even walking to the entrance feels like too much.

Besides—this other way is closer.

I stumble toward the window, open it, step onto the balcony, and then—further out.
That’s when—
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Ding-dong.
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“…?”

I froze, confused.

No—I understood what had happened.

Someone had rung the doorbell.

The real question was: who?

It couldn’t be Fuyumi.

She had a key. She wouldn’t need to ring.

And after what happened, there’s no way she’d come back.

So then—who?

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“If it’s a delivery or something, I’ll feel bad…”

Even now, I still had that much courtesy left.

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“I guess I should at least check who it is…”

Out of habit, I peeked through the door’s peephole.

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“Huh…?”

There was a girl I’d never seen before standing outside.

She had vivid blonde hair, blue-colored contacts—like she’d stepped right out of an anime.

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“Yahhoo~ onii-san! I came to visit!”

A voice I did recognize reached my ears.