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 along

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

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

in a little while, and you’ll wish you had

of me wants to tell him to screw off. But when

brass tacks, I can’t

firmly fixed on the passing

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

thoughts, and

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

my bag tightly.

eyes searching for something I don’t

Before you go?” he asks, his voice laced with a desperation that would

moved me once.

we’ve said enough, don’t

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

pathetic context of it

voice rising. “By bribing someone into breaking up with me?

not

“But Abby, I—”

end. “Your chances

to intervene in

speak, but

out of the trunk. I step out

taking care not to touch his

don’t have to do this,” he says softly, as if finally realizing the finality

know. I want

walk away. For a second, our eyes meet, and in that moment,

man I once thought was changing for

that now.

make my way into the

onto the train, settling into a seat that offers

watching me with his hands in

train starts

trust,

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

thing’s for certain: I can’t let Karl

that I ever let

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

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

at me, but I push

back now.

sudden rush of sensation floods

that jolts