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.”

forms in my throat. Tears well up, threatening to spill. “But why me, Adam?” I croak

you do this to me, of all

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

The pressure from my family was suffocating. Being with you,

But as

lie. A lie I trapped myself

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

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

guess throughout our relationship, I just kept telling myself that

attracted to you, you

could get over the other stuff and just spend

me happy.”

it’s just the two of us in our

much as I want to rage at him, I find myself filled with a

of the chains society can wrap around someone, chaining them

expectations and norms.

so sorry, Abby. I’ve been untruthful, and you

But not in the way

romantic way you deserve.”

rub the heel of my hand into my eyes, trying to

go on for

eyes are glistening, mirroring my own emotions. “Fear,” he chokes out. “I was afraid

the one person

this time, every

a lie. Distorted, yes.

couldn’t offer you the kind of

feel a pang of sympathy. Here is a

his place. But at my

between us. The distant sounds of

it all sounds so far away.

thinking, my fingers slide to the engagement ring on my finger.

With tears

gesture

my palm, displaying the once treasured ring to Adam. He looks down, his

same pain I feel.

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

the ring towards him, my tears now

belong to me anymore.”