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

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

restaurant. Just enjoy your

of hers, but finally

“You’re right.”

the road within a few minutes. The morning sun

plug in my phone and shuffle through a playlist I know

long drive ahead.

she says, her fingers nervously tapping on

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

shaking her

on, it’s a classic,” I defend, bobbing my head to

smile, but it quickly fades. I watch from my

of her coffee cup. She thinks I

forth to the song, ever so slightly. And that’s enough

been riding in comfortable silence for about half an hour when Abby suddenly points to

off

that place?”

in the direction she’s pointing, spotting the

say, a smile forming on my

than once.”

voice taking on a more nostalgic tone. “You proposed

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

What was it

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

the fireplace where

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

not to think about it, because if I do, I’ll get too distracted and possibly

car off the road.