Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0145
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. novelbin

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.”

least I can

with bitterness. “The least you could have done

us. But it’s too late

with my bag in hand, but then he steps

train station, Abby. You don’t have to talk to

taking you.”

on his face gives me pause. Do

handbag and

is tense, each passing mile stretching the silence taut like a tightrope between us.

but

you want some

unperturbed, Karl points at a cafe along the side of the

the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe? You can

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

you’ll be hungry in a

agree, and another part of me wants to tell him to screw off. But when

I can’t

on the passing scenery outside the window,

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

my own thoughts, and he eventually gives up

arrive at the train station after what feels like an eternity, and

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