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.

need to rest, Anton,” I finally say, resigned. “Focus on getting

those things. Bad luck, or fate,

call it.”

luck doesn’t even begin to cover it,”

I say, swallowing. “Get better, Anton.

thumb over the red ‘end call’ button on my

Anton, how come I’m not sick?

everyone else did, right?”

eat the seafood dish, did you?” Anton’s voice has

realization in it.

to last night. “Oh right, the one with shellfish.

didn’t. I’m allergic.”

voice tenses. “That must be it, Abby. That has to

on

over me. “Do you

counters,

check if anyone else

don’t have to do that,

do, Abby, especially since I cannot be your sous