Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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Chapter 0145

Abby

The morning sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow that starkly contrasts with the

cold feeling settling in my chest.

I’ve been up all night, haunted by Karl’s confession, the unending complications it brought into my life,

and the dilemma of Adam’s unknown intentions. Now, packing my bags feels like I’m folding away

pieces of a life that’s no longer within reach, no matter how close I almost came to trying to take it back.

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I’m dressed in jeans and a hoodie for the train, and I’m almost done packing when the door swings

open. I glance up, startled, and there he is—Karl, his eyes puffy and bloodshot, a day-old stubble

darkening his jawline. It’s clear that he didn’t sleep much last night, either.

For a moment, he seems like a stranger, but the heartache I feel tells me he’s anything but.

“What do you want?” I snarl, unable to hide my disdain. “I’m almost done packing, and I’m about to call

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my Uber. So if you have something to say, don’t waste my time.”

“Abby, let me take you to the train station,” he murmurs.

I roll my eyes, zipping my suitcase shut with a little more force than necessary. “That won’t be

necessary.”

“But it’s the least I can do—”

I cut him off, my voice tinged with bitterness. “The least you could have done was not interfere in my

life. Look where that got us. But it’s too late now, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving.”

He flinches as I try to pass him with my bag in hand, but then he steps forward and grabs my suitcase

before I can stop him. “I’m taking you to the train station, Abby. You don’t have to talk to me, but I’m

taking you.”

I want to argue, but the defeated look on his face gives me pause. Do I have the energy for another

confrontation? Sighing, I grab my handbag and follow him out of the room.

The car ride is tense, each passing mile stretching the silence taut like a tightrope between us. Karl

attempts small talk, but it’s in vain.

“So, you want some music, or…”

I don’t answer. However, unperturbed, Karl points at a cafe along the side of the road.

“Can I at least get you some coffee for the trip home? Some breakfast, maybe? You can eat on the

train—”

“I’m not hungry.”

Karl pauses. “I’m sure you’ll be hungry in a little while, and you’ll wish you had something.”

Part of me wants to agree, and another part of me wants to tell him to screw off. But when it comes

down to brass tacks, I can’t bring myself to respond at all.

Instead, I keep my gaze firmly fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, a dull blur of colors

that matches my mood perfectly. Karl’s voice fades into the background, overshadowed by the clamor

of my own thoughts, and he eventually gives up entirely.

We arrive at the train station after what feels like an eternity, and Karl pulls into a parking space. I make

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no move to get out, my fingers clutching my bag tightly. He turns off the ignition and looks over at me,

his eyes searching for something I don’t want to give him.

“Abby, can we talk? Before you go?” he asks, his voice laced with a desperation that would have

moved me once.

“I think we’ve said enough, don’t you?”

“I did what I did because I wanted to win you back,” he blurts out, and something about the sincerity in

his eyes, mixed with the pathetic context of it all, turns my stomach.

“Win me back?” I repeat, my voice rising. “By bribing someone into breaking up with me? By

manipulating my life? That’s not love, Karl, that’s control.”

“But Abby, I—”

“Save it,” I cut him off, my patience at its end. “Your chances were up the moment you decided you had

any right to intervene in my life like that.”

For a moment, he looks like he’s about to speak, but then he just nods. His shoulders slump in defeat

as he gets out of the car, dragging my suitcase out of the trunk. I step out and walk over to grab my

bag, taking care not to touch his hands when I do.

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