Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 45: Bad Taste
Abby

“Adam… Are you cheating on me?”

The anticipation of what Adam is about to say feels like a giant pit in my stomach. He stares down at

his hands, his fingers worrying each other in the dim light of the bar.

“Abby,” his voice starts with a tremor, “I’m not cheating on you. I would never do something like that.

Not to anyone, and especially not to you.”

The sound of the soft jazz music I’ve got playing on the speakers almost seems to die down, replaced

by a poignant silence. I’m a little relieved, but not completely. In an odd way, I think that I almost wish

he was cheating on me. It would make things easier. But now, I think that it must only be an even more

complicated explanation, and whatever it is, I’m not sure if I’m ready for it.

“What is it, then?” I ask. Every fiber of my being is attuned to him, waiting.

Adam hesitates for a moment, raking a hand through his hair, a gesture I’ve come to associate with his

nervousness.

“I’m not into women.”

His words crash over me like a tidal wave. I struggle to keep my composure, trying to grasp what he’s

just admitted. My mind goes blank, and then rushes in with a barrage of thoughts.

Confusion, hurt, and disbelief lead the charge.

“You’re… g ay, Adam? And you knew all this time?”

Adam nods slowly. I feel like I’m drowning. “You knew all this time, and yet you still put a ring on my

finger,” I murmur, shaking my head in disbelief. This has got to be some kind of sick dream. “Why did

you get together with me so quickly, then?”

After a moment of tense pause, Adam speaks. “I got together with you so quickly because…” He sighs,

his voice barely above a whisper. “…It made my family happy. It was a way to keep my secret buried

deep.”

up, threatening to

to me, of all the people

shaky breath, his gaze filled with remorse. “It wasn’t planned, Abby. When we

The pressure from my family was suffocating. Being with

our moments… they all felt genuine. But

lie I

mutter, blinking away the

know it’s not fair,” he murmurs. “And

throughout our relationship, I just kept telling myself that I could be happy with

sexually attracted to you, you made

get over the other stuff and

me happy.”

around us fades, and it’s just the two of us in our bubble of

rage at him,

chains society can wrap

expectations and norms.

so, so

you, deeply. But not in the way you should be cared for. Not

romantic way you deserve.”

heel of my hand into my eyes, trying to stem the tears. “Why didn’t you tell

let it go on for so long

glistening, mirroring my own emotions. “Fear,” he chokes out. “I

person

on me. “So, all this time, every

quickly, “No, not a lie. Distorted, yes. But I’ve cherished

you the

sympathy. Here is a man, torn and twisted

his place. But at my expense?

stretches between us. The distant sounds of people passing by on

far away. I feel like I’m trapped in a

ring

of a love that wasn’t truly mine. With tears blurring my vision,

the gesture not lost

once treasured ring to

same pain I feel.

c racks, and I

whisper, pushing the ring towards him, my tears now streaming down my

belong to me anymore.”