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.”

murmurs. “You moved on so

just… moving

my lip, fighting the truth in her words. “Adam’s

a workaholic. He’s not treating you right. And if

end things, know

mind whirls with conflicting emotions. “I need to

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

someone’s priority.”

hint of mischief enters my voice as I change the subject.

to be on a

her blushing on the other end. “Oh, it was… well,

very good.”

soon? That

our shared humor momentarily eases

date was thrilling,

always being there, Chlo,” I say, feeling the

her voice. “And

end the call, my

of the deep crimson wine, its

dining room is drenched in warm hues from the strategically

high ceilings and ornate woodwork of my apartment. Every

with care, seems to mock my

plate of caprese salad, sending cherry tomatoes rolling and sca

leaves.

waste…” I

force than necessary, I begin scraping the

Everything is discarded, just like the promises Adam made.

in our relationship, is heartbreakingly thrown

when an

wine, hits me.

say aloud, the name acting like

to his word. He’s an as shole,

I miss him,

the second, and perhaps the wine lending a

as I hear the familiar ring on the other end. What am

voice breaks through

plunge into my

chuckles softly. “You mean

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

feed an army. Care to

contemplative than awkward. I can almost picture Karl,

trying to decipher the

he starts, “It’s late. Is

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

this food, to go

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