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 shakes

“I was here instead.”

now, then?” Daniel asks, his posture stiff. I glance

telling me that he’s only thinking of

isn’t in the cards for him; not today, and

“I’m dropping out.”

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

my mouth agape.

speaks up, his usually jovial

“We’re very sorry to see

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

about the contest?” Daniel blurts out, that glint in

apparent.

behind his back, a sure

into his professional mode.

two, Abby

eyes narrow. “But

of the second round will not

look.

the two remaining finalists.”

a bitter

my bitter tiramisu.

on Bryan, whose

I start, taking a few steps toward

now. “I… If

shoulders tremble slightly as I speak, and I

I’m moving on autopilot, I step forward and wrap

It’s awkward, unexpected—especially from me, to

an odd way, I know

like he’s just been slapped. But

arms tentatively wrap

embrace,

from one

a few moments, locked in this embrace. The room is

Daniel’s eyes boring holes into the

feel Bryan’s shoulders tremble, a silent sob

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