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 the

mask. “This? Don’t take it

me. I’m

ex-wife’s

first discussions when he came to help me.

staff at the restaurant doesn’t know

out there, Abby,” he says,

about the staff? It was really

at his words, the tenderness in his

on my raw emotions. “Thank you.

lot that

probably to hand me the

red-rimmed eyes, the streaked makeup—undeniable signs of

abandoned, and he’s

hands grip me by both arms, his

happened? Why are you crying?” Concern

happiness that was just there a

moment, I consider sticking with my initial impulse

know Karl, and I know how he’ll react if he

say, taking a step back. But the way

concern and confusion, breaks down my

steps closer, the air between us thickening, charged with a mix

you cry, Abby.