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

my voice tinged with bitterness. “The

too late now, so if you’ll

him with my bag in hand, but then he steps forward

I can stop him. “I’m taking you to the train station, Abby. You don’t have to talk to me, but

taking you.”

on his face gives me pause.

I grab my handbag and follow

passing mile stretching

talk, but it’s in

want

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

I at least get you some coffee for the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe? You can eat

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’m sure you’ll be hungry in a little while, and

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

can’t bring myself

my gaze firmly fixed on the passing

fades

thoughts, and he eventually gives

train station after what feels like an eternity,

move to get out, my fingers clutching my bag tightly.