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

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

have

curled tightly around the edge

and unyielding, even as we face the crowd.

serves to prove me right; his eyes are still glinting with

sort of glee.

not be joining us for the final round,” the

“Due to a personal tragedy, he

chosen to withdraw.”

hum, the audience looking

“Bryan’s mother has passed away. Let

moment of silence.”

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

to a death.

I don’t belong here after my performance in

the announcer clears his throat and continues. “Now…

biggest test of skill,” he announces. The

tension and excitement winding through

dish that

black truffle butter and

My heart lurches.

That dish. My dish.

until my hands moved

hunted down those elusive truffles as if

It feels like fate. It feels

my breath hitching in my

closer. “I thought they

I hiss, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter

me, I thought

voice booming over the microphone brings

moment

exceptional skill to get this far,” he booms,

of the crowd. “And

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