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 least you could

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

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

him. “I’m taking you to the train station, Abby. You don’t have

taking you.”

want to argue, but the defeated look on his face gives me

my handbag and follow him out of

ride is tense, each passing mile stretching the

but

want some

unperturbed, Karl points at a cafe along the side

for the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe? You can eat

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

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

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

tacks, I can’t bring myself

keep my gaze firmly fixed on the passing scenery outside the window,

fades into the background,

my own thoughts, and he eventually gives

the train station after what feels like an eternity,

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