A Story About How I Could No Longer Endure the Verbal Abuse of My Cool Older Girlfriend and Ran Away From Home (Haiburijji)
A Story About How I Could No Longer Endure the Verbal Abuse of My Cool Older Girlfriend and Ran Away From Home
This is a story born from the desire to make a cool, older girlfriend understand her partner.
Hozumi Yukino, the girlfriend he lives with, has been taking out her work stress on the protagonist every day, constantly throwing verbal abuse at him.
One day, unable to endure it anymore, he finally runs away from home.
As he stops returning and continues to ignore her messages, Yukino finds herself unable to endure her loneliness or the fear of being abandoned.
This is a story about wanting to make a cool, older girlfriend realize what she has.
Home
“I’m home.”
My live-in girlfriend, Hozumi Yukino-san, returned home after finishing work.
“Welcome back.”
“…What is this? Nothing is done.”
“I-I’m sorry. My body was a bit weak today…”
“I do not want to hear excuses. You were just lazing around, right?”
“…I’m sorry.”
“Sigh. You cannot work. You cannot even clean or cook properly despite staying home all day. I never thought you were this incapable.”
Two years ago, I quit my job after my health deteriorated from stress caused by workplace relationships.
After quitting, I tried to handle the housework so I would not burden Yukino-san, but there are many days when my health is bad, and things do not go well.
Today too, Yukino-san returned before I could make dinner or clean.
“Why did I even choose to date you?”
“Maybe I should have dated Souma-kun instead.”
“Huh…”
“Is it not obvious? He graduated from XX University and is an elite. He is good at his job.”
Yukino-san is beautiful and competent. She is a perfect person. Even in university, she was often given many tasks and completed them flawlessly. To be with someone like her always felt like a miracle to me.
“Right now, you are just dead weight. Someone who only eats and sleeps.”
“…”
“To be honest, you are like trash. I do not think you have any worth as a person.”
Over the past year, her verbal abuse had increased greatly. She was put in charge of a major project, and I think the pressure and my presence became a source of stress for her. On the worst days, her words were accompanied by slaps.
“I do not need dinner today. I already ate.”
Saying that, Yukino-san headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
“It is okay. I love you no matter what happens. You do not have to do anything. Just stay with me forever.”
The words she once told me surfaced in my mind.
I have become someone who only causes trouble for her…
Cough cough.
I do not think either of us will be happy if we stay together like this.
Next Morning
“I need to talk to you, Yukino-san.”
“What is it? I am busy in the morning. I have to leave soon.”
“I think I will leave this house.”
“What do you mean?”
“I do not want to burden you anymore.”
“But can you live on your own? You cannot, right? You are not even working.”
“Even so, I have decided.”
“I see. Oh, right. I will eat out today, so do not make dinner. And buy more detergent.”
Even while speaking, she continued getting ready for work at a brisk pace.
“It is already this late. It is because you said something strange.”
She took a sip of coffee and quickly left the house.
“…”
She did not look at me even once…
I must really mean that little to her now.
“Goodbye… Yukino-san.”
“I’m home.”
When I returned, there was no reply. The lights were off, and the room was completely dark.
So he is not home yet. How carefree. Not working or doing housework, and going out somewhere…
Ah… now that I think about it, he did say something bothersome about leaving this morning.
“Sigh…”
[When are you coming home? What are you doing staying out so late?]
I will ask him once he returns. I am tired. I should shower and sleep soon.
One Week After He Left
[Is it acceptable to ignore messages? I believe you still have the basic manners of someone who once worked.]
[How long are you going to sulk? You are not a child. At least reply. I am not free either.]
How long is he planning to hold me back. I am busy preparing for the project…
“Hozumi-san, are you okay? You look really tense.”
“Sorry. It is nothing.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Let us go to the client’s office.”
Well, knowing him, he will return crying eventually. When he does, I need to make sure he never does something like this again.
Two Weeks After He Left
[I have reflected a little on how harsh I was. So please stop ignoring my messages.]
[It feels lonely when you continue to ignore me. Let us talk properly once. I will wait at home with your favorite food prepared.]
[I have been too busy with work and could not make time for us. When this project is over, how about a trip? We could go to that hot spring you wanted to visit. I will pay for everything and handle all the arrangements.]
“…”
I have contacted him many times, but there is no read mark and no response.
I took it for granted that he would always be here, but once he is gone, the loneliness is overwhelming.
I thought I would feel a sense of accomplishment after completing the big project, but now he is all I can think about. I want to see him soon. I want to talk. I want to hold him. I did not realize I loved him this much.
“…Sigh.”
“Hozumi-san.”
Souma-kun from the same department approached me.
“Good work on the project. Everyone praised you.”
“I see… Thank you.”
“You do not seem well lately. Are you okay?”
“I am fine. Do not worry.”
“Is it about the boyfriend you mentioned?”
“…”
“If you want, we could get a drink tonight. I can listen.”
“I am sorry. I want to go home. I need to wait for him.”
“O-oh, I understand.”
He might come home today. I would hate to be out drinking and miss him.
Maybe I will make his favorite curry tonight.
One Month After He Left
[Are you feeling unwell? I am very worried. Even a short reply is okay.]
[Where are you now? Morning or midnight, any time is fine. Please contact me. I am always waiting.]
(I am not available right now. Please leave your message after the beep.)
“…”
It has already been a month since I heard his voice or saw him. Where are you…
If I had listened more seriously that morning, maybe none of this would have happened.
I feel anger toward myself for treating him so carelessly.
I want to see him. I want to see him soon.
One and a Half Months After He Left
[I have reflected on the terrible things I did.
I pushed housework onto you while you were unwell, and I said cruel things. I am deeply sorry.]
[I cannot endure every day without you. I want to see you. I want to hear your voice. Please come home.
If I can see you, I will do anything.
I have money. You can use as much as you want. You can say harsh things to me like I did to you. You can hurt me. I will accept all of it. You can use me however you want. If there is anything you desire, I will gladly do it.
I am happy just having you here.
I will wait forever and ever and ever and ever. You can come home anytime.]
Day XX After He Left. At Home
“…Huh.”
When I returned to the house that should have been empty, there was a delicious smell. It was not here when I left this morning.
I kicked off my shoes and rushed to the living room.
“Ah… ah.”
When I turned on the light, I saw nikujaga placed on the table. The bowl was still faintly warm.
There is no mistake. It is him. He came back.
Wh-where… where are you? I am sorry. I am truly sorry. I need to apologize again and again.
I searched the entire home, but he was nowhere.
Then I noticed a letter beside the nikujaga.
[I am truly sorry.
My health worsened because of work stress, and for about two years after quitting, I only burdened you. I cannot thank you enough for staying with me all that time.
The time I spent with you is a treasure to me.
This past year, you began taking your stress out on me. But it was all my fault for being unable to work or handle housework properly.
I will not appear before you again. Please forget about me and be happy with the coworker you mentioned.
Lastly, I made nikujaga, the dish you said you liked most among my cooking. Please eat it if you want.
Thank you for everything. Please take care.]
“No…”
As I finished the letter, my knees gave out.
“I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry…”
The one who truly suffered was him. And yet I…
No matter how many times I apologize, he will not come back.
“…No.”
Somewhere I do not know, someone else may support him. Someone else may receive his love.
I refuse that.
Who else could give everything to support him? No one. No one except me. No. It is impossible for it to be anyone but me.
“…Wait for me.”
I will find you, and I will spend my entire life making it up to you.
Author: ハイブリッジ (Haiburijji)
jesus christ he created a yandere
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