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.

makes his way across the stage,

“Ladies and gentlemen,”

have an announcement

fingers are curled tightly around the edge of my station. I can

and unyielding, even as we face the

to prove me right; his eyes are still

of glee.

be joining us for the final round,” the announcer

“Due to a personal tragedy, he

chosen to withdraw.”

hum, the audience

has passed away. Let

moment of silence.”

I feel my head bow all on

only due to a death. A wave of guilt

don’t belong here after my performance in the

the announcer clears his throat and

he announces. The atmosphere

excitement winding through the air again.

preparing a dish that is both intricate

truffle

My heart lurches.

That dish. My dish.

moved with the memory of it,

hunted down those elusive truffles as if they were treasure. It

a coincidence. It feels like fate.

my breath hitching in my

leans a little closer. “I

fingers gripping the edge of the

me, I thought

booming over the microphone

moment

finalists have shown exceptional skill to get

crowd. “And now, they

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