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.

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

Bad luck, or fate,

call it.”

bad luck doesn’t even begin to cover it,”

I say, swallowing. “Get better, Anton.

red ‘end call’ button

“Wait, Anton, how come I’m not

everyone else did, right?”

seafood dish, did you?” Anton’s voice has a trace

realization in it.

last night. “Oh right, the

didn’t. I’m allergic.”

Abby. That

should check on everyone who ate

wave of dread washes over me.

let us not panic yet,” Anton counters, coughing

To check if anyone

don’t have to do that, Anton.

especially since I cannot