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.”

instantly. She’s always been good at that.

as one

cheeks burn. How can I explain the complex web of feelings I have for Karl without sounding

absolutely never, ever,

for me, Chloe. When Adam wasn’t.

her eyes. “I know, I know. He played the knight in shining armor, jumped in front of

by you during the hospital visit. I’ve heard the

of him that I had forgotten existed. And honestly, I

changed, too. For the

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

you see a familiar face during difficult

dripping with sarcasm, “especially when the ‘familiar

wedding bells rang. And then turned into a

after.”

the weight of

ago;

controlling.

him the benefit of the doubt. That was years ago, and we were

prepared for the emotional toll that such

mind.

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

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

‘too revealing’? Or

they’re slu ts who need to be kept in their

change overnight, Abby.”

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

up in disdain when I confronted him about it. His

perceptions.

Leah reaches across the table, placing

Karl is truly different now, he should

in everyday life. And from what I’ve seen and heard, he

least.”

Leah’s. “I know. I

I’m not sure if

to say you need a

finally start focusing on you and what makes

from my chest. “And since when did Miss Chloe become the

her history with men. She’s never

entertaining a different

“You just didn’t notice

with all the drama.”