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…”

unperturbed, Karl points at a

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

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

sure you’ll be hungry in a little while,

me

tacks, I can’t bring myself to

fixed on the passing scenery outside the window,

fades into the background, overshadowed by the

my own thoughts, and he eventually gives up

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

clutching my bag tightly.

searching for something I don’t want to give

go?” he asks,

moved me once.

we’ve said enough,

to win you back,” he blurts out, and

mixed with the pathetic context

rising. “By bribing someone into

life? That’s not love, Karl, that’s

“But Abby, I—”

him off, my patience at its end. “Your chances were up the moment you

to intervene in my

speak, but then

out of the

to touch

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

I

a second,

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

that now.

I make my way into the station.

into

same spot, watching me with his hands in his pockets. Our eyes meet

as the train starts to move. His figure

past mistakes and broken trust, until he’s just a blur

seat, close my eyes, and exhale a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I don’t

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

let

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

still stands there, his figure becoming a

at me, but I push it aside. This is the

back now.

I’m settling into that thought, a sudden rush of sensation floods me—a pulse of energy, a

that jolts