Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chatper 239

Abby

Daniel and I fall silent as Bryan and Mr. Thompson suddenly walk into the room,

Daniel’s earlier remarks still ringing in my ears.

But as my eyes flick from Bryan, whose eyes are red-rimmed and swollen, to

Mr. Thompson, whose face is somber, I suddenly find myself forgetting all about

my argument with Daniel.

“Bryan, are you okay?” I ask, taking a step forward.

He looks up, his eyes full of an emotion that strikes me instantly. Bryan has

been the quiet sort throughout this entire competition, focused entirely on his

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work. But now, he suddenly appears as though his very soul is slipping out from

him, like the rug was just ripped from beneath his feet.

“It’s private, Abby—” Mr. Thompson begins, but Bryan cuts him off.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Bryan says. “It’s just… um…” His voice quivers, and there’s a

pause before he finally takes a deep breath and speaks. “It’s… It’s my mom,” he

whispers, the words catching in his throat. “She passed away. Just now.”

The room tilts a little, my heart dropping to my stomach. The competition, the

rivalry, the argument with Daniel—all of it suddenly seems to fade into

nothingness.

“Oh, Bryan… I’m so sorry,” I murmur.

He nods. “She wasn’t doing so well, and has been in the hospital for a while. I

her side, but…” He

“I was here instead.”

posture stiff. I

telling me that he’s only

Empathy isn’t in the cards for

“I’m dropping out.”

ton of bricks. I’m at a loss for words, my

my mouth agape.

Thompson speaks up, his usually jovial demeanor

and urgency. “We’re very sorry to see you go, Bryan,” he

choice. Feel free to go; we’ll handle your

contest?” Daniel blurts out, that

apparent.

his hands clasped behind

mode. “The final round will

two, Abby

eyes narrow. “But the

scores of the second round will not be taken into

look. “Regardless of

the two remaining finalists.”

feel a bitter sense of

more acrid than that of my bitter tiramisu. But I

on Bryan, whose world has

start, taking a few steps

now. “I… If there’s

slightly as I speak, and I can’t just stand

autopilot, I

unexpected—especially from me,

an odd way, I know he needs

like he’s just been slapped. But then, after a few

arms tentatively wrap

his embrace, as he was no doubt not

one of

for a few moments, locked

holes into the back of my head—but

anything, I can feel Bryan’s shoulders tremble, a silent

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