Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0123
Karl

The sun is barely hovering above the h orizon as I pull up in front of Abby’s apartment building on

Friday morning.

I can’t help but smile as I think about the day ahead of us. My black car idles, the hum of its engine

drowned out by the pop song playing on the radio—a song I can easily imagine Abby singing along to,

although I don’t personally care for that kind of music myself.

With a deep breath, I turn off the engine and grab the to-go cup of her favorite coffee from the cup

holder.

She opens the door almost as soon as I knock, as though she was standing there, waiting. There’s a

look in her eyes that makes it seem as though she’s still on the fence about going. But the second her

eyes meet mine, the tension in her shoulders eases. Just a bit.

“Good morning,” I greet, handing her the coffee. “Figured you could use this.”

She grins, taking a sip immediately. “You read my mind.”

There’s a slight silence for a few moments. My eyes scan the inside of her apartment, where a bag sits

on the floor behind her; it’s packed haphazardly, no doubt. She’s never been the neatest traveler.

“Oh, one more thing,” she says before I can say anything. She slips her phone out of her pocket and

begins tapping furiously on the screen while her coffee cup balances precariously in the crook of her

have to tell

without you,” I say, sna tching both the phone and the coffee cup

restaurant. Just enjoy your time off,

that signature stare of hers, but finally relaxes

“You’re right.”

the road within a few minutes. The morning sun streams through the windows,

warm amber glow. I plug in my phone

drive ahead.

me,” she says, her fingers nervously tapping on

play, and the first chords of a nostalgic song—one that played at our wedding—fill the

her head.

I defend, bobbing my head to the

a smile, but it quickly fades. I watch

of her coffee cup. She thinks I don’t notice,

song, ever so slightly. And that’s enough for

comfortable silence for about half an

building off the main

place?”

spotting the outline of an old, worn-down motel that

a smile forming on my own face. “We

than once.”

She pauses, her voice taking on a more nostalgic tone. “You proposed

head. “Your memory is betraying you. I actually proposed at that fancy restaurant

was it

a sideways look. “Karl, you’ve got it all wrong. You proposed at

the fireplace where we

off momentarily, leaving space where our memories belong. The fireplace at

Inn… I try not to think about it, because if I do, I’ll

car off the road.