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.”

threatening to spill. “But why me, Adam?” I croak out.

you do this to me, of all the people in

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

suffocating. Being with

all felt genuine. But as things

A lie

feel sick. “That’s not fair,” I mutter, blinking away the tears that threaten to come. “You toyed

“And I know it’s s hitty

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

though I wasn’t sexually attracted to you, you made

could get over the other stuff and

me happy.”

the two of

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

society

expectations and norms.

still speaking, words tumbling out. “I’m so, so sorry, Abby.

of this. I care about you, deeply. But not in the way you should be

romantic way you deserve.”

heel of my hand into my eyes, trying to stem the tears. “Why

my voice. “Why let it go

eyes are glistening, mirroring my own emotions. “Fear,” he

losing the one person who

me. “So, all this time, every touch, every moment, was it all a

a lie. Distorted, yes. But I’ve cherished our

you the kind of love you

a pang of sympathy. Here is a man, torn and

place. But at my expense? The juxtaposition is

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

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

to the engagement ring on my finger. The cool metal

With tears blurring my vision, I carefully slide the

of the gesture

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

same pain I feel.

voice c racks, and I can tell he’s

ring towards him, my

belong to me anymore.”