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

coffee for the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe? You can eat

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

a

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

can’t bring myself to respond at

passing scenery outside the window, a dull blur of

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

thoughts, and

arrive at the train station after what feels like an eternity, and

clutching my bag tightly.

for something I don’t want

you go?” he asks, his voice laced

moved me once.

we’ve said

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

mixed with the pathetic context

rising. “By bribing someone

That’s not love, Karl,

“But Abby, I—”

patience at its end. “Your chances

in

he’s about to speak, but then he

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

to touch

this,” he says softly, as if finally realizing

know. I want

me space to walk away. For a second,

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

that now.

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

into a seat that offers a

the same spot, watching me with his hands

through the window as the train starts to move.

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

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

but one thing’s for certain: I can’t let

ever let him back in to

momentum as it pulls away from the platform. I

stands there, his figure becoming a mere

I push it aside. This is the path

back now.

settling into that thought, a sudden rush of sensation floods me—a pulse

that jolts my