Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The knock on the door interrupts my pity party, and for a split second, I debate

whether or not to even answer it.

But before I can make up my mind, the door creaks open and I catch the sight in

the vanity mirror—Karl, his blue surgical mask lowered, his brown eyes shining

and a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Karl?” My voice trembles. Seeing him makes my guard lower, and I can feel my

shoulders relax. “I saw you in the audience, and I—”

He steps further into the room, letting the door close softly behind him. “I bought

a ticket secretly. I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to surprise you,” he says,

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his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I feel a smile spreading across my lips. “Thank you. But…” I pause, taking in his

“What’s with

tugs on the blue mask. “This? Don’t take it the wrong way,

me. I’m

out in my ex-wife’s city

discussions when he came to help

the staff at the restaurant doesn’t

were fantastic out there, Abby,” he says, taking another step

you said about the

at his words, the tenderness in his

“Thank you. I

means a lot

probably to hand me the bouquet,

streaked makeup—undeniable

to the floor, abandoned, and

me by both arms, his

what happened? Why are you crying?”

that was just there a moment

consider sticking with my

how he’ll react if he finds

I say, taking a step back. But the way Karl looks

concern and confusion, breaks

air between us thickening, charged with a mix

doesn’t make you cry, Abby. Please,