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.

his way across the stage, his face

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

we have

are curled tightly around the edge of my

as we face

only serves to prove me right;

of glee.

not be joining us for the final round,”

“Due

chosen to withdraw.”

into a low hum, the audience looking around at one

continues. “Bryan’s mother has

moment of silence.”

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

a finalist only due to a death. A wave of guilt

belong here after my

throat and continues. “Now…

of skill,” he announces. The atmosphere seems

tension and excitement winding through the air

dish that is both intricate and

black truffle butter and

My heart lurches.

That dish. My dish.

hands moved with

elusive truffles as if they were

a coincidence. It feels like fate. It

my breath hitching in

a little closer.

my fingers gripping the edge of the counter even

me, I thought so,

the announcer’s voice booming over the

moment at

skill to get this

of the crowd. “And now, they will face

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