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.

announcer makes his way across the

was before. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he starts, “before we

we have an announcement

tightly around the edge of my station.

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

me right; his eyes

sort of glee.

for the final

ripple through the live audience. “Due to a personal tragedy,

chosen to withdraw.”

into a low hum, the audience looking

continues. “Bryan’s mother has passed

moment of silence.”

stretches over the crowd, I feel my head bow all on

due to a

that I don’t belong here after my performance in

clears his throat and

biggest test of skill,” he

and excitement winding through

a dish that is both intricate and

truffle butter and

My heart lurches.

That dish. My dish.

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

hunted down those elusive truffles

like fate. It feels like

murmur, my breath hitching in my

a little closer. “I thought they

the edge of the counter

me, I

booming over the microphone

moment

finalists have shown exceptional skill to get this far,” he

of the crowd. “And now,

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