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.”

is,” Chloe murmurs. “You moved on so

just… moving

fighting the truth in her words. “Adam’s not

he’s a workaholic. He’s

things, know that

“I need to cool

voice is soft and comforting. “You deserve happiness. You

someone’s priority.”

of mischief enters my voice as I change the subject. “Hey, speaking of priorities, weren’t

on a

can imagine her blushing on the other end. “Oh, it was… well,

very good.”

Chloe! Leaving so soon? That must’ve been…

join in. The comfort of our shared humor

thrilling,

for always being there, Chlo,” I say, feeling the weight

her voice.

end the call, my emotions

sip of the deep crimson wine, its

dining room is drenched in warm hues

cast illuminates the high ceilings and ornate

seems

of fury, I swipe at a plate of caprese salad, sending cherry tomatoes rolling and sca ttering

leaves.

I

necessary, I begin scraping the food into the trash. The soft gnocchi,

the delicate veal. Everything is discarded,

symbolic of moments in our relationship,

when

wine, hits me.

the name acting like a beacon in the fog

true to his word. He’s an as shole,

Adam. And I miss him,

second, and perhaps the wine lending a hand,

I hear the familiar ring on the other end. What am I even doing? What would

voice breaks through

plunge into my impromptu

“You mean

my place. I cooked up a storm,

an army. Care

it’s more contemplative than awkward.

trying to decipher

he starts, “It’s late. Is

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

food, to go

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