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.”

in my throat. Tears well up, threatening to spill. “But

do this to me, of all

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

pressure from my family was suffocating. Being with you, it gave me an

all felt genuine. But as things progressed, it became about

A lie

mutter, blinking away the tears

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

I just kept telling myself

though I wasn’t sexually attracted to you, you made me laugh and

I could get over the other stuff and

me happy.”

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

at him, I find myself filled with a strange

of the chains society can

expectations and norms.

tumbling out. “I’m so, so sorry,

not in the way you should be

romantic way you deserve.”

trying to stem the

it go

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

losing the one person who made me feel

weighs on me. “So, all this

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

couldn’t offer you the kind of love you

help but feel a pang of sympathy. Here

at my expense? The juxtaposition is

heavy silence stretches between us. The distant

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

slide to the engagement ring on my finger. The cool metal feels

With

of the gesture

open my palm, displaying the once treasured ring to Adam. He

same pain I feel.

and I can

the ring towards him, my tears now streaming down my

belong to me anymore.”