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.”

there it is,” Chloe murmurs. “You moved on so quickly after Karl. Are you sure it

not just… moving

truth in her

look, Abby, he’s a workaholic.

to end things, know that

mind whirls with conflicting emotions. “I need to cool off, think

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

someone’s priority.”

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

be on a

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

very good.”

Chloe! Leaving so soon? That must’ve

The comfort of our shared humor momentarily eases

date was thrilling, but, well,

Chlo,” I say, feeling the weight of the night’s disappointment

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

the call,

wine, its flavor, though

drenched in warm hues from the strategically placed

the high ceilings and ornate woodwork

seems to mock my

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

leaves.

waste…” I

I begin scraping the food into the trash. The

risotto, the delicate veal. Everything is discarded,

moments in our relationship, is heartbreakingly thrown

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

wine, hits me.

acting like a beacon in the fog of

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

antithesis of Adam. And I miss him, and

second, and perhaps the wine lending

the familiar ring on the other end. What

voice breaks through

plunge into my

chuckles softly. “You

embarrassed. “I mean at my place. I

an army. Care to

contemplative

trying to

“It’s late. Is everything

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

food, to go