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.”

well up, threatening to spill. “But why me,

this to me, of all the people

breath, his gaze filled with remorse. “It wasn’t

family was suffocating. Being with you, it gave me

our moments… they all felt genuine. But as things

A lie I trapped

mutter, blinking away the tears that threaten to come.

not fair,” he murmurs. “And I know it’s s hitty of me.

I just kept telling myself that I could be happy with you.

sexually attracted to you, you made me laugh and smile

could get over the other stuff and just

me happy.”

two of us in our bubble of

rage at

society can wrap around someone, chaining

expectations and norms.

tumbling out. “I’m so, so sorry, Abby.

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

romantic way you deserve.”

eyes, trying to stem the tears. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

my voice. “Why let it go on for so long without so much as

emotions. “Fear,” he

one person who

me. “So, all this time, every touch,

lie. Distorted, yes. But I’ve cherished our moments, Abby.

the kind of love you

can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. Here

find his place. But at my

silence stretches between us. The distant sounds of

all sounds so far away. I feel like I’m trapped

fingers slide to the engagement ring on my finger.

With tears blurring my vision, I carefully slide the

of the gesture

once treasured ring to Adam. He looks down, his eyes

same pain I feel.

c racks, and I can tell he’s struggling with his

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

belong to me anymore.”