Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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Abby

The air in the studio feels dense with anticipation as Karl and I walk back to our

station together. The crowd murmurs as they become aware of the implications:

that only Daniel and I are returning, and Bryan, the third contestant, is nowhere

to be found despite the fact that the winners of the second round were never

officially announced.

“You okay?” Karl murmurs as we take our spots, standing next to each other

with our shoulders touching.

I nod and shrug at the same time, a sense of guilt and trepidation washing over

me. “Yes. Sort of. Maybe. I don’t know,” I murmur, clearing my throat subtly.

Enter title…

Karl shoots me a confused look from beneath his blue surgical mask. “What

does that mean?” he asks, worry lacing his voice.

I can’t contain my sigh. “It means that, if it weren’t for Bryan’s mother dying, I

wouldn’t be standing here right now,” I say quietly. “And I’m not sure how to feel

about it, if I’m being honest.”

Karl is silent for a moment before he speaks. “Listen, Abby, I know it’s a shock.

But—”

Suddenly, before he can finish, the director holds up his fingers and begins

counting down from three. The stage falls silent, and the cameras begin rolling.

across the stage, his

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he starts, “before

round, we have an announcement

the edge of my station. I

intense and unyielding, even as we face the crowd. A

at him only serves to prove me right; his eyes are still glinting

sort of glee.

not be joining us for the

audience. “Due to a personal tragedy,

chosen to withdraw.”

into a low hum, the audience looking around

announcer continues. “Bryan’s mother has passed away. Let

moment of silence.”

I feel my head bow all on its own.

only due to a death. A wave of guilt

here after my performance in the second

his throat

test of skill,” he announces. The atmosphere

tension and excitement winding through the air

dish that

with black truffle butter and

My heart lurches.

That dish. My dish.

one I’d practiced until my hands moved with the memory of it, the

truffles as if

coincidence. It feels like fate.

my

little closer. “I

hiss, my fingers gripping the edge of

me, I

announcer’s voice booming over the microphone brings

the moment

shown exceptional skill to get

noise of the crowd. “And now, they will face their

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