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 cafe along the side of the

for the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe? You

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

sure you’ll be hungry in a little while, and you’ll wish you had

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

to brass tacks, I can’t bring myself

on the passing scenery outside the window, a dull

my mood perfectly. Karl’s voice fades

own thoughts, and he eventually gives up

the train station after what feels like an eternity, and Karl pulls into

get out, my fingers clutching my bag tightly. He turns off the ignition and looks over

for something I don’t want to give

Before you go?” he asks,

moved me once.

said enough,

what I did because I wanted to win you back,”

mixed with the pathetic context of it

my voice rising. “By bribing someone into breaking

my life? That’s not

“But Abby, I—”

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

in my life like

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

suitcase out of the trunk. I

to touch his hands when

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

know. I want

space to walk away. For a second, our

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

that now.

turn away, and without another word, I make my way

find my way onto the train, settling into a seat that offers

in the same spot, watching me with his hands

starts to move. His figure grows

past mistakes and broken trust, until he’s

and exhale a breath I didn’t

I can’t

my fault that I ever let

gaining momentum as it pulls away from the

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

at me, but I push it aside. This is

back now.

rush of

jolts my