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

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

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

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

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

tacks, I can’t bring myself to respond

passing scenery outside the window,

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

thoughts, and he eventually gives

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

tightly. He turns off the

I don’t want to give

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

moved me once.

think we’ve said

what I did because I wanted to win you back,” he blurts out, and something about the

eyes, mixed with the pathetic context of it all, turns

I repeat, my voice rising. “By

not love,

“But Abby, I—”

patience at its end. “Your chances were up the moment

right to intervene in my

like he’s about to speak, but

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

to touch his hands when

says softly, as if finally realizing the

I

a second, our eyes meet,

I once thought was changing for the better. But

that now.

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

the train, settling into a seat that offers a clear

watching me with his hands in his pockets.

window as the train starts to move. His figure grows smaller and smaller,

broken trust, until he’s just

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

for certain: I can’t let Karl in again.

ever let him back

lurches forward, gaining momentum as it pulls away from

time. Karl still stands there, his

push it aside. This is the path

back now.

that thought, a sudden rush

that jolts my