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.”

so

just…

my lip, fighting the truth in

she concedes. “But look, Abby, he’s a workaholic. He’s not treating you

things, know that everyone would

mind whirls with conflicting emotions. “I need

and comforting. “You deserve happiness. You deserve to

someone’s priority.”

I change the

to be on

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

very good.”

Chloe! Leaving so soon?

and I join in. The comfort of our shared humor momentarily eases my pain. “Let’s just

was thrilling, but, well,

always being there, Chlo,” I say, feeling the weight of the night’s

her voice. “And remember, you’re

the call,

sip of the deep crimson wine, its flavor,

The dining room is drenched in warm hues from the strategically

they cast illuminates the high ceilings and ornate woodwork of my apartment. Every

care, seems to

swipe at a plate of caprese salad, sending cherry tomatoes rolling

leaves.

waste…” I

scraping the food

is discarded, just like

symbolic of moments in our relationship,

wasteful—process when an idea, perhaps influenced by

wine, hits me.

aloud, the name acting like a

word. He’s an as shole, but in those

And I miss him,

perhaps the wine lending a hand, I dial

on the other end. What am

Karl’s voice breaks through

breath, I plunge into my impromptu plan. “Hey, Karl. Fancy

chuckles softly. “You mean

laugh, somewhat embarrassed. “I mean at my place. I cooked up a storm, and

food to feed an

more contemplative than awkward.

to decipher

know,” he starts, “It’s

to reveal. “Adam bailed on me. Again.

all this food, to go to

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