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.”

Chloe murmurs. “You moved on so quickly after

not just…

lip, fighting the truth in her words. “Adam’s not a rebound,

Abby, he’s a workaholic. He’s

know that everyone

mind whirls with conflicting emotions. “I

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

someone’s priority.”

enters my voice as I change the subject. “Hey, speaking of

to be on

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

very good.”

so soon? That must’ve

of our

was thrilling, but, well,

Chlo,” I say, feeling the weight of

replies, warmth evident in her voice.

the call, my emotions

its flavor,

warm hues from

cast illuminates the high ceilings and ornate woodwork of my

chosen with care, seems to mock

a fit of fury, I swipe at a plate of

leaves.

waste…” I

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

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

moments in our relationship, is

mid-way through this cathartic—albeit wasteful—process when an idea, perhaps influenced by

wine, hits me.

the name acting like

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

I miss

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

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

breaks through my

a deep breath, I plunge into my impromptu

softly. “You mean

“I mean at my place. I cooked

to feed an army. Care

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

furrowing, trying to decipher the unexpected

starts, “It’s late. Is

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

all this food,