Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The stage lights feel even more blinding now from the tears in my eyes. A

makeup artist darts around, dabbing my face with powder to cover the streaks

from crying. In more ways than one, I’m glad this hell is almost over; right now,

I’m just looking forward to getting this damn makeup off.

Finally, the director counts down from three, and it feels as though we’ve done

this a million times before. The crowd cheers, the music plays, the announcer

struts across the stage. And me? I’m standing here like a statue, my smile just

as fake as my manicured eyelashes.

Enter title…

Daniel stands next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and I can feel the hatred

emanating off of him. He stands tall and proud, the perfect picture of arrogance.

He doesn’t say a word to me, because he doesn’t need to. He already said

everything he needed to say earlier. He got his digs in, made his sharp words

stab me to my core. There’s no point now.

I can sense the satisfaction coursing through his veins as he stands beside me,

the realization that he won—not just in the competition, but in life—washing over

both of us. In just a few minutes, he’ll get exactly what he wants. Not only a

trophy, but to beat a woman down to nothing.

The announcer turns to Daniel first, his voice echoing across the studio. “Daniel,

you’ve shown immense skill throughout this competition. As we come to a close,

how are you feeling about your performance?”

Daniel’s lips twist into a smile that doesn’t even come close to reaching his

eyes.

a beat. “The true winner today

a lovable personality…” he

will

clear, and the gleam in

as the crowd

to me, his eyes meeting mine. “Abby, you’ve become

this competition. Tell us, what has this experience

the sea of faces that seem to

fewer signs with my name now

leaves a hole in my

there she is—the little girl in the third row with her chef’s

eyes are just as wide and bright as ever, and she

hand, a

the lump in my throat, but I push

here, even if

I’m here for her.

voice surprisingly

As a female chef in this incredible,

happy to have been here. To show that we—” I pause, my heart in

can stand toe to toe with

a breath, the air tasting thick. “And maybe,

will inspire others. That future female

our voices—are not only recognized,

also respected.”

crowd, a

Or maybe it’s just the sound of

results.

announcer’s voice then cuts through

the winner is…” His eyes flick to the judges as he pulls

of

eyes lock onto mine, his

doesn’t smile, doesn’t even blink. Instead, his head

seems to tilt for what

once my champion, now looks on with

of moments

head inclining toward me in a nod

a trick of

I can’t look at Daniel, can’t afford to see the

the little girl in the crowd, her eyes wide with

her innocence,

The pause hangs for what feels like

drawing it out