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

and I need to get

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

I reach the back patio, I take

pushing open the door, I step into the garden, a sanctuary

the world

me instantly, filling my senses with

lavender, and daisies stretch out in front of me like an artist’s vivid canvas. I

sun, and reach the jasmine vine

take a deep sniff. Its scent is as intoxicating as I

feel free from the memories and the speculation that

is watching me, I look

I see Gerald, the butler, staring at me

windows.

his eyes, they hold a certain…bewilderment? Or is is something

meet, he abruptly steps away from the window and disappears from

my skin, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. It must be

ex-Luna now an unexpected visitor in her former home.

still believe that I

to dispel the uneasy feeling that settles in my gut. Surely he was

a big announcement about my

about my nonexistent

I take one last look around

make my way back towards the house. Just as I