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…”

don’t answer. However, unperturbed, Karl points at a cafe along the side

I at least get you some coffee for the trip home? Some breakfast,

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’m sure you’ll be hungry in a little while, and you’ll

of me wants to tell him to screw off. But when

to brass tacks, I can’t bring

firmly fixed on the passing scenery outside the

my mood perfectly. Karl’s voice fades into the

own thoughts, and

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

fingers clutching my bag tightly. He turns off

something I don’t want to

you go?” he asks, his

moved me once.

we’ve said

I did because I wanted to win you back,”

mixed with the pathetic context of it all,

repeat, my voice rising. “By

That’s not

“But Abby, I—”

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

in my

like he’s about to speak, but then he just

gets out of the car, dragging my suitcase out of the trunk. I step

to touch his hands when I

says softly, as if finally realizing the

I

space to walk away. For a second, our eyes meet, and in that

man I once thought was changing for the better. But it’s

that now.

my way

train, settling into

there, standing in the same spot, watching me with

starts to move. His figure grows smaller

broken trust, until he’s

close my eyes, and exhale a breath I didn’t

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

that I ever let him back in to begin

gaining momentum as it pulls away from the platform. I can’t

Karl still stands there, his figure becoming a mere speck in

I push it aside. This is the

back now.

a sudden rush of sensation floods me—a

jolts