Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#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 quickly after Karl.

not just… moving

bite my lip, fighting the truth in her

Abby, he’s a workaholic. He’s not treating you

know that everyone

whirls with conflicting emotions. “I need to

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

someone’s priority.”

I change

to be on a date

giggles, and I can imagine her blushing on the other end. “Oh, it was…

very good.”

Leaving so soon? That must’ve

of our shared humor momentarily

thrilling, but,

say, feeling the weight of the night’s disappointment ease

Chloe replies, warmth evident in her voice. “And remember, you’re not alone.

call, my emotions

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

The dining room is drenched in warm hues

high ceilings and ornate

with care, seems to mock my

at a plate of caprese salad,

leaves.

waste…” I whisper

force than necessary, I begin scraping the food

risotto, the delicate veal. Everything is discarded, just like the promises Adam

moments in our relationship, is heartbreakingly thrown

through this cathartic—albeit wasteful—process when an idea, perhaps influenced

wine, hits me.

acting like a beacon in the fog

different—reliable, true to his word. He’s an as shole, but

And I

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

familiar ring on the other

voice breaks through my spiraling

a deep breath, I plunge into my

softly. “You mean the restaurant

my place. I cooked up a storm, and now I

to feed an

it’s more contemplative than awkward. I can almost picture

trying to

know,” he starts, “It’s late. Is everything

debating how much to reveal. “Adam bailed on me. Again. And I just… I don’t

this food,