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…”

points at a cafe

some coffee for the trip home? Some

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

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

me wants to tell him

can’t bring myself

passing scenery outside the window, a

fades into the background, overshadowed

thoughts, and he eventually gives up

arrive at the train station after what feels like an eternity, and Karl pulls into a parking space. I

get out, my fingers clutching my bag tightly. He

searching for something I

we talk? Before you go?” he asks, his voice laced with a desperation

moved me once.

said enough,

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

with the pathetic context of it all, turns my

back?” I repeat, my voice rising. “By bribing someone into breaking up

life? That’s not

“But Abby, I—”

him off, my patience at its end. “Your chances

to intervene in my life like

about to speak, but then he

of the car, dragging my suitcase out of the trunk. I step out and walk over to grab

touch his hands when I

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

I want

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

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

that now.

another word, I make my way into the station. I hand my

way onto the train, settling into a seat that offers

in the same spot, watching me with his

through the window as the train starts

and broken trust, until he’s just a blur in the

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

comes next, but one thing’s for certain: I can’t

that I ever let him back

gaining momentum as it pulls away

time. Karl still stands there, his figure becoming a mere

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

back now.

thought, a sudden rush of sensation

that jolts my senses