Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“I just can’t believe this is happening,” I say, my voice breaking a little. “This is

like some sort of nightmare.”

“Yeah, it is,” Anton agrees, the exhaustion evident in his voice. “The timing

couldn’t be worse.”

The timing is beyond terrible; it’s catastrophic. I close my eyes for a moment,

taking in the sounds around me—the muffled chatter of people on their morning

commute, the distant laughter of a group of teenagers on the way to school, the

soft cooing of a baby.

Life is moving on, unfazed by my little disaster. I wish I could say the same for

myself. Because right now, I feel like I’m trapped in a motionless void of

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suffering.

you need to rest, Anton,” I finally

those things. Bad luck, or fate, or

call it.”

doesn’t even begin to cover

I say, swallowing. “Get better, Anton. See

red ‘end call’ button on

Anton, how come I’m not sick? I ate the

everyone else did, right?”

did you?”

realization in it.

back to last night. “Oh right, the

didn’t. I’m allergic.”

must be it, Abby. That has to be the

on everyone

washes over me. “Do

not panic yet,” Anton counters, coughing a little. “I’ll send a

if anyone else is

to do that, Anton.

the least I can do, Abby, especially since I cannot be your sous