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…”

don’t answer. However, unperturbed, Karl points at a cafe along

for the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe?

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’m sure you’ll be hungry in a little while,

part of me wants to tell him

tacks, I can’t bring myself to respond at

I keep my gaze firmly fixed on the passing scenery

Karl’s voice fades into the

thoughts, and he eventually gives up

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

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

something I don’t want to

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

moved me once.

think we’ve said enough,

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

with the pathetic context of it all, turns my

rising. “By bribing someone into breaking

That’s not

“But Abby, I—”

its end.

intervene in my life like

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

car, dragging my suitcase out of

to touch his hands when

do this,” he says softly,

I want

steps back, giving me space to walk away. For a second,

I once knew, the man I once thought

that now.

and without another word, I make my way into the station. I hand my ticket over

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

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

as the train starts to

and broken trust, until he’s just a

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

can’t let Karl in again. Not now, not ever. And

let

lurches forward, gaining momentum as it pulls away from the platform. I can’t help but

still stands there,

of guilt tugs at me, but I push it aside. This is the path I’ve chosen; there’s no

back now.

that thought, a sudden rush

jolts my senses