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.”

moved on so

just… moving

fighting the truth in her

okay,” she concedes. “But look, Abby, he’s a workaholic. He’s not

things, know that everyone would

emotions. “I need to cool off, think

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

someone’s priority.”

my voice as I change the subject.

on

blushing on the other end. “Oh, it was… well, let’s just

very good.”

Chloe! Leaving so soon?

of our shared humor

was thrilling, but,

feeling

in her voice. “And remember, you’re

end the call, my

crimson wine, its flavor, though rich, now tainted

warm hues

illuminates the high ceilings and ornate woodwork of my

with care, seems to

swipe at a plate of caprese salad, sending cherry tomatoes

leaves.

I

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

discarded, just like the promises

moments in our relationship, is heartbreakingly

when an idea, perhaps influenced by

wine, hits me.

name acting like a beacon in the fog of

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

antithesis of Adam. And I miss him, and

wine lending

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

Karl’s voice breaks through my spiraling

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

“You mean the

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

feed an army. Care to

us, but it’s more contemplative

trying to decipher

“It’s late. Is everything

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

this food,

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