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

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

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

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

I can’t bring myself

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

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

thoughts, and he eventually gives

an eternity, and Karl pulls into

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

eyes searching for something I don’t want

he asks, his voice laced with a desperation that

moved me once.

think we’ve said enough, don’t

win you back,” he blurts out, and

pathetic context of it all,

I repeat, my voice rising. “By

my life? That’s not love, Karl, that’s

“But Abby, I—”

patience at its end.

right to intervene in my

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

gets out of the car, dragging my suitcase out of the trunk. I step out

to touch his

softly, as if finally realizing the finality of this

I

me space to walk away. For a second, our eyes meet, and in that

man I once knew, the man I once thought was changing for the better. But

that now.

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

find my way onto the train, settling into a seat

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

the window as the train starts to move. His figure grows

past mistakes and broken trust, until

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

thing’s for certain: I can’t let Karl in again. Not now, not

fault that I ever let him back in

forward, gaining momentum as it pulls away

still stands there, his

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

back now.

rush of sensation floods me—a pulse of energy,

that jolts my