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…”

Karl points at

the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe? You

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

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

part of me wants

can’t bring

I keep my gaze firmly fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, a dull blur of

fades into the

thoughts, and

at the train station after what feels like an eternity,

fingers clutching my bag tightly. He turns off the

something I don’t want

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

moved me once.

think we’ve said enough, don’t

because I wanted to win you

eyes, mixed with the pathetic context of

repeat, my voice rising. “By bribing

my life? That’s not

“But Abby, I—”

end. “Your

to intervene in

a moment, he looks like he’s about to speak, but then he just nods. His shoulders slump in

dragging my suitcase out of the

not to touch his hands when I

do this,” he says softly, as if finally

I

to walk away. For a second, our eyes

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

that now.

word, I make my way into the station. I

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

there, standing in the same spot, watching me with his hands in his pockets. Our

the train starts to

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

and exhale a breath I didn’t know

one thing’s for certain: I can’t let Karl in

let him back

momentum as it pulls away from

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

twinge of guilt tugs at me, but I push it aside. This

back now.

that thought, a sudden rush of sensation floods me—a

that jolts