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

have been by her side, but…” He shakes his head now, clearly

“I was here instead.”

Daniel asks, his posture stiff. I glance over

glint in his eyes, something telling me

now. Empathy isn’t in the cards for him; not today, and maybe

“I’m dropping out.”

of bricks.

my mouth agape.

Thompson speaks up, his usually jovial demeanor masked by

to

Feel free to go; we’ll handle your

Daniel blurts out, that glint in

apparent.

turns, his hands clasped behind his

professional mode. “The final round

Abby

eyes narrow. “But

round will

look. “Regardless of scores, you are

the two remaining finalists.”

a bitter sense of relief mingled with

than that of my bitter tiramisu. But

Bryan, whose

steps toward him, my own troubles

“I… If

as I

autopilot, I

awkward, unexpected—especially from

know—but in an odd way, I know

stiffens, like he’s just been slapped.

His arms tentatively wrap around

in his embrace, as he was

one of his

few moments, locked in this embrace.

boring holes into the back of

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

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