Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 38

#Chapter 38: A Promise
Abby

The weight of loneliness presses down on me as the pristine table setting lies untouched. The absence

of Adam’s presence burns more than any verbal rebuke ever could. Frustration bubbles within me as I

glare at the untouched plates of food, each dish meticulously crafted to symbolize the deep affection I

hold for him.

“This dam ned evening…” I mutter under my breath.

My fingers tremble slightly as I quickly text Chloe: “Adam didn’t show. AGAIN.”

Before I can even put my phone down, it’s vibrating, and Chloe’s name flashes across the screen. I

take a deep breath and answer. “Hey.”

Chloe wastes no time, her voice thick with worry and frustration. “Abby, what the hell happened? Did he

at least call?”

I sigh, trying to hold back my tears. “I waited, Chloe. Set the table, lit candles, even put on that playlist

he loves. An hour goes by, and nothing. So I called him. And guess where he is?”

Chloe huffs. “Let me guess. The restaurant?”

“Bingo,” I mutter bitterly. “And the best part? He acted like it was just another day. Like he hadn’t

promised he’d be here just yesterday.”

There’s a pause on Chloe’s end before she says, “Abby, how many times are you going to let him do

this? This isn’t what love looks like.”

My voice cra cks a bit as I feel the irresistible urge to defend him, even though I know it’s wrong. “But

we share so much. The passion for food, our dreams… There are moments, Chloe, where everything

feels right. I love him.”

Chloe takes a deep breath, “You remember that one time we tried to bake Leah’s birthday cake, and

we accidentally mistook salt for sugar? On the surface, they looked so similar but tasted worlds apart.

Maybe that’s Adam. Looks right but isn’t good for you.”

I’m taken aback by her words, the truth in them stinging. “I… I don’t know, Chloe. Maybe I’m afraid of

being alone.”

there it is,” Chloe murmurs. “You moved on so quickly after Karl. Are

just… moving

the truth in her

“But look, Abby, he’s a workaholic. He’s not

to end things, know that

“I

remember…” Chloe’s voice is soft and comforting. “You deserve

someone’s priority.”

voice as I change the subject. “Hey, speaking of priorities,

to be on a

imagine her blushing on the other end.

very good.”

so soon? That must’ve

and I join in. The comfort of our shared humor momentarily

date was thrilling, but, well,

feeling

voice. “And remember, you’re not

end the call, my emotions

deep crimson wine, its flavor, though rich, now tainted by the bitterness of

is drenched in warm hues from the strategically

illuminates the high ceilings and

with care, seems to

a plate of caprese salad, sending cherry tomatoes rolling

leaves.

waste…” I whisper

necessary, I begin scraping the

delicate veal. Everything is discarded, just

in our relationship, is

cathartic—albeit wasteful—process when an idea, perhaps influenced by

wine, hits me.

the name acting like a beacon in

true to his word. He’s an as shole, but in those ways,

Adam. And I miss him,

by the second, and perhaps the wine lending a hand, I dial Karl’s number. My

the familiar ring on the other end. What am I

Karl’s voice breaks

into my impromptu

softly. “You mean

I laugh, somewhat embarrassed. “I mean at my place. I cooked

an army. Care to

contemplative

trying to

he starts, “It’s

much to reveal. “Adam bailed on me. Again. And

all this food, to

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