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

for the

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’m sure you’ll be hungry in a

wants to agree, and another part of me wants to tell

tacks, I can’t bring myself to respond at

gaze firmly fixed on the passing scenery outside the

my mood perfectly. Karl’s voice fades into the background, overshadowed by

own thoughts, and he eventually gives up

an eternity, and Karl pulls into a parking

get out, my fingers clutching my bag tightly. He

something I

asks, his voice laced with a desperation that

moved me once.

think we’ve said enough,

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

pathetic context of

me back?” I repeat, my voice rising. “By bribing

life? That’s not love,

“But Abby, I—”

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

in

to speak, but then he just nods. His

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

taking care not to touch his hands when

this,” he says softly, as if finally

I want

back, giving me space to walk away. For a second, our

of the man I once knew, the man I once thought was

that now.

my way into the station. I hand my ticket over to

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

watching me with his hands in his pockets. Our

as the train starts to move. His figure grows smaller

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

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

for certain: I can’t let Karl in again. Not now, not ever.

my fault that I ever let him

gaining momentum as it pulls

one last time. Karl still stands there, his figure

I push it aside. This is the path

back now.

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

that jolts