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.”

my throat. Tears well up, threatening to

to me, of all the people

gaze filled with remorse. “It wasn’t planned, Abby. When

family was suffocating. Being with

But

lie. A lie I trapped

“That’s not fair,” I mutter, blinking away the tears that threaten

murmurs. “And I know it’s

I just kept telling myself that I could be happy

you, you made me laugh and smile and you’re

get over the other stuff and just spend my

me happy.”

the two of us in our bubble

and as much as I want to rage at

the chains society can

expectations and norms.

so sorry, Abby. I’ve been

But not in the way you should be cared

romantic way you deserve.”

eyes, trying to stem the tears. “Why

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

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

person

gravity of it all weighs on me. “So, all this time, every touch, every moment, was

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

offer you the kind of

a pang of sympathy. Here is a

place. But at

between us. The distant sounds of people passing by on the street

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

the engagement ring on

With tears

of the gesture not lost on

ring

same pain I feel.

and I

it,” I whisper, pushing the ring towards him, my tears

belong to me anymore.”