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.”

the least

voice tinged with bitterness. “The least you could have done was not interfere in

got us. But it’s too late now, so if you’ll

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

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

taking you.”

look on his face gives me pause. Do I have the

grab my handbag and follow

each passing mile stretching the silence taut like a tightrope

talk, but

you want some music,

points at a cafe along the side

least get you some coffee for the trip

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

be hungry in a little while, and you’ll wish you

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

can’t bring myself to respond

on the passing scenery

voice fades into the background, overshadowed by the

own thoughts, and he eventually gives

the train station after what feels like an eternity, and Karl

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