Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 91: Commuter Train
Abby

The morning sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow that starkly contrasts with the

cold feeling settling in my chest.

I’ve been up all night, haunted by Karl’s confession, the unending complications it brought into my life,

and the dilemma of Adam’s unknown intentions. Now, packing my bags feels like I’m folding away

pieces of a life that’s no longer within reach, no matter how close I almost came to trying to take it back.

I’m dressed in jeans and a hoodie for the train, and I’m almost done packing when the door swings

open. I glance up, startled, and there he is—Karl, his eyes puffy and bloodshot, a day-old stubble

darkening his jawline. It’s clear that he didn’t sleep much last night, either.

For a moment, he seems like a stranger, but the heartache I feel tells me he’s anything but.

“What do you want?” I snarl, unable to hide my disdain. “I’m almost done packing, and I’m about to call

my Uber. So if you have something to say, don’t waste my time.”

“Abby, let me take you to the train station,” he murmurs.

I roll my eyes, zipping my suitcase shut with a little more force than necessary. “That won’t be

necessary.”

“But it’s the least I can do—”

I cut him off, my voice tinged with bitterness. “The least you could have done was not interfere in my

life. Look where that got us. But it’s too late now, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving.”

He flinches as I try to pass him with my bag in hand, but then he steps forward and grabs my suitcase

before I can stop him. “I’m taking you to the train station, Abby. You don’t have to talk to me, but I’m

taking you.”

I want to argue, but the defeated look on his face gives me pause. Do I have the energy for another

confrontation? Sighing, I grab my handbag and follow him out of the room.

The car ride is tense, each passing mile stretching the silence taut like a tightrope between us. Karl

attempts small talk, but it’s in vain.

“So, you want some music, or…”

However, unperturbed, Karl points at a cafe along the

at least get you some coffee for the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe? You can eat on

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

you’ll be hungry in a little while, and

me wants to agree, and another part of me wants

can’t bring myself to

the passing scenery outside

matches my mood perfectly. Karl’s voice fades

thoughts, and he

an eternity, and Karl pulls into a parking space. I

tightly. He turns off the ignition

I don’t want

we talk? Before you go?” he asks, his voice

moved me once.

said enough,

what I did because I wanted to win you back,” he

context

rising. “By bribing someone into breaking up

That’s not love,

“But Abby, I—”

my patience at its end. “Your chances were up the moment

right to intervene in my

speak, but then

of the trunk. I step out and walk over to

not to touch his

says softly, as if finally

I want

giving me space to walk away. For a second, our eyes meet, and

I once thought was

that now.

way

and find my way onto the train, settling into a seat that offers a clear view

there, standing in the same spot, watching me with his hands in his

time through the window as the train starts to move.

and broken trust, until he’s just a blur in

lean back in my seat, close my eyes, and exhale a breath I didn’t know I was

thing’s for certain: I can’t let Karl in again.

fault that I ever let him back in to

as it pulls away from the

of the window one last time. Karl still stands there, his figure becoming a

at me, but I push it

back now.

rush of

jolts my senses