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

for the

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

in a

and another part of me wants to tell him to screw off. But when

can’t

fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, a dull blur

fades into

my own thoughts, and he eventually gives

train station after what feels like an eternity, and Karl

clutching my bag tightly. He turns off the

for something I don’t want to

you go?” he asks, his voice laced with

moved me once.

think we’ve said

to win you back,” he blurts out, and something about the

context of

rising. “By bribing someone

life? That’s not

“But Abby, I—”

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

right to intervene in my life

he looks like he’s about to speak, but then he just nods. His

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

not to touch his

this,” he says softly, as if finally realizing the

know. I

away. For a second, our eyes meet, and

man I once knew, the man I once thought was

that now.

make my way into the station. I hand my

settling into a

with his hands

window as the train starts to move. His

mistakes and broken trust, until he’s just a

and exhale a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I don’t

next, but one thing’s for certain: I can’t let Karl in again. Not now, not ever.

that I ever let him back in

forward, gaining momentum as it pulls away from the platform. I can’t help but

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

push it aside. This is the path I’ve chosen;

back now.

I’m settling into that thought, a sudden rush of sensation

that jolts my