Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0125
Abby

The scent of mahogany and bergamot fills the air as I step into the room that was once mine—our

room, really.

I feel so drawn to the familiarity of it all; the embroidered curtains, the chestnut armoire that I remember

picking out myself, and the plush rug that used to cus hion my bare feet in the mornings. Every little

detail is still the same, just as I remember it. It’s uncanny, really.

My fingers trace the intricate patterns on the upholstery of the armchair near the window. It’s a bit

surreal, being back in this space. I mean, this was my sanctuary once. Our sanctuary. But now, it’s

filled with… bittersweet memories. Maybe more bitter than sweet.

I move to the dresser next. That’s when I see it: a photo of us, still sitting exactly where it used to be on

top of the dresser—Karl and I laughing at something, looking so young, so naive. My eyes widen

slightly as I gently pick it up. Did he have this picture up all this time?

As I hold the picture, something stirs in me. Tears begin to pr ick the backs of my eyes, and I have to set

the frame back down with a ragged breath, laying the photo flat so I don’t need to look at it. Suddenly, it

in here, and I need to get

my way down the winding staircase and out through the large foyer, bypa

When I reach the back patio, I take a deep breath,

the door, I step into the garden, a

of the

colors and smells envelop me instantly, filling my senses with a mix of

lavender, and daisies stretch out in front of me like an

towards the sun, and reach the jasmine vine that

sniff.

a moment, I feel free from the memories and the speculation that my return

is watching me,

I see Gerald, the butler, staring at me through one of the

windows.

his eyes, they hold a

meet, he abruptly steps

and curiosity. It must be odd

the garden, the ex-Luna now an unexpected visitor in her former home. How

here still believe that I cheated on Karl with the

the uneasy feeling that settles in my gut.

a big announcement about my return. I just hope that

about my

it’s time to go back inside, I take one last look around the garden, breathing in

make my way back towards the house. Just