Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 47: Remember
Abby

In the dimly lit café, surrounded by the soft murmur of conversations and the aroma of fresh coffee, I sit

with my friends, watching their eyes widen in disbelief as I relay the events of the past few days.

“You broke up with Adam?” Leah, with her ever-present surprise, always finds a way to make her eyes

bulge out in an almost comical manner.

“Sort of,” I reply, stirring my iced coffee absentmindedly. I don’t want to ‘out’ Adam for his orientation, so

I decide to leave that part out. Around the restaurant, the clinking of the ice cubes and the soft sound of

voices meld together to create a soft jingle that feels oddly comforting when I need it the most. “It

was… more of a mutual thing.”

Chloe gives me a sharp glance, her red lipstick making her pouty lips seem even more pronounced.

“Mutual?” she asks. “Mutual how?”

I shake my head. “I don’t wanna get too into it,” I reply. “But I’ll just say this: it was never gonna work

out. Not in a million years.”

Both Chloe and Leah shoot me a sideways glance. Even though I’m staring down at the frothy

cappuccino sitting in front of me, I can see them look at each other in my peripherals and mouth some

silent words to each other. I pretend not to notice.

“You don’t seem too heartbroken, Abby,” Chloe finally says.

Shrugging, I admit, “I’m sad, yes, but not heartbroken. More like… hopeful.”

It’s the truth, too. Adam’s confession did make me sad; I spent the first three nights crying and cursing

the Moon Goddess. But it’s been a week now, and I feel surprisingly good. I feel free. Like a weight has

been lifted off of my shoulders. Like a whole host of opportunities lay before me, waiting to be plucked.

“Hopeful?” Rebecca repeats, arching an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For the future,” I say, smiling softly. “For new opportunities, new beginnings.”

reading my wistful expression instantly. She’s

one of those

cheeks burn. How can I explain the complex web of feelings I have for

course not,” I lie, knowing that I’ll absolutely never, ever, not in a

there for me, Chloe. When Adam wasn’t. There’s no denying

I know. He played the knight in shining armor, jumped in

hospital visit. I’ve heard the tales of

insist. “He showed me a side of him that I had

too.

the mediator, finally speaks up. “Both of you have a

see a familiar

voice dripping with sarcasm, “especially when the ‘familiar face’ was

bells rang. And then turned into a totally

after.”

breath, feeling the weight of Chloe’s words.

all those years ago; that

controlling.

like to give him the benefit of the

weren’t prepared for the emotional toll that such a

mind.

like to think that Karl has changed, Chloe,” I murmur. “At least

though?” She looks me dead in the eye. “Remember last week? That little

her shirt being ‘too revealing’? Or the way

they’re slu ts who need to be

change overnight, Abby.”

heart sinks. I remember that incident. The way he had commented about poor Daisy’s shirt

when I confronted him

perceptions.

Leah reaches across the table, placing a comforting

different

what I’ve seen and

least.”

know. I know you’re both right.

completely, I’m not sure if I can ever

“That’s the spirit. And hey, who’s to say you need a

you finally start focusing on

laugh bubbles up from my chest. “And since when did Miss Chloe become the voice

I tease, implying her history with men. She’s never had a long-term

be entertaining a different man every

her smirk in place. “You just didn’t

with all the drama.”