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.”

“You moved on so quickly

not just… moving

the truth in her words. “Adam’s not

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

to end things, know that everyone would

mind whirls with conflicting emotions. “I need to cool

is soft and comforting.

someone’s priority.”

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

to be on a

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

very good.”

Leaving so soon? That

I join in. The comfort of our shared humor

was thrilling,

feeling the weight

her voice. “And remember, you’re not alone. Not

call,

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

room is drenched in warm hues from the strategically placed candles,

glow they cast illuminates the high ceilings and ornate

care, seems

plate of caprese salad, sending

leaves.

waste…” I whisper

more force than necessary, I begin scraping the food into the trash. The

is discarded, just like the promises

in our relationship, is heartbreakingly thrown

mid-way through this cathartic—albeit wasteful—process when an

wine, hits me.

say aloud, the name acting like a beacon in the

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

And I miss him, and

and perhaps the wine lending

familiar ring on the other end. What am I

Karl’s voice breaks through my spiraling

into my impromptu plan. “Hey, Karl. Fancy some

chuckles softly. “You mean the restaurant

mean at my place. I cooked up a storm,

food to feed an army. Care

between us, but it’s more contemplative

to decipher the unexpected

he starts, “It’s late. Is everything

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

food, to