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.”

so quickly after Karl.

not just… moving

truth in her words. “Adam’s not

“But look, Abby, he’s a workaholic. He’s

to end things, know that everyone

emotions. “I

Chloe’s voice is soft and comforting. “You deserve happiness.

someone’s priority.”

mischief enters my voice as I change the

on a

the other end. “Oh, it was…

very good.”

soon? That must’ve

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

was thrilling, but,

feeling the weight

warmth evident in her voice. “And

the call, my

take a sip of the deep crimson wine, its flavor, though rich, now tainted

room is drenched in warm

high ceilings and ornate woodwork of my apartment. Every

with care, seems

I swipe at a plate of caprese salad, sending cherry tomatoes rolling

leaves.

I whisper

begin scraping the food into the

risotto, the delicate veal. Everything is discarded,

moments in our relationship, is heartbreakingly

wasteful—process when

wine, hits me.

I say aloud, the name acting like a beacon in the fog of

different—reliable, true to his word. He’s

antithesis of Adam. And I

by the second, and perhaps the wine lending

on the other end. What am I even doing? What

voice breaks

deep breath, I plunge into my impromptu plan. “Hey, Karl. Fancy some Italian

“You mean the

I laugh, somewhat embarrassed. “I mean at my place. I cooked up a storm, and

an army. Care to

it’s more contemplative than awkward. I can

to decipher the

starts, “It’s late. Is everything

how much to reveal. “Adam bailed on me. Again. And I just…

food, to go to

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