Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 47: Remember
Abby
In the dimly lit café, surrounded by the soft murmur of conversations and the aroma of fresh coffee, I sit
with my friends, watching their eyes widen in disbelief as I relay the events of the past few days.
“You broke up with Adam?” Leah, with her ever-present surprise, always finds a way to make her eyes
bulge out in an almost comical manner.
“Sort of,” I reply, stirring my iced coffee absentmindedly. I don’t want to ‘out’ Adam for his orientation, so
I decide to leave that part out. Around the restaurant, the clinking of the ice cubes and the soft sound of
voices meld together to create a soft jingle that feels oddly comforting when I need it the most. “It
was... more of a mutual thing.”
Chloe gives me a sharp glance, her red lipstick making her pouty lips seem even more pronounced.
“Mutual?” she asks. “Mutual how?”
I shake my head. “I don’t wanna get too into it,” I reply. “But I’ll just say this: it was never gonna work
out. Not in a million years.”
Both Chloe and Leah shoot me a sideways glance. Even though I’m staring down at the frothy
cappuccino sitting in front of me, I can see them look at each other in my peripherals and mouth some
silent words to each other. I pretend not to notice.
“You don’t seem too heartbroken, Abby,” Chloe finally says.
Shrugging, I admit, “I’m sad, yes, but not heartbroken. More like... hopeful.”
It’s the truth, too. Adam’s confession did make me sad; I spent the first three nights crying and cursing

the Moon Goddess. But it’s been a week now, and I feel surprisingly good. I feel free. Like a weight has
been lifted off of my shoulders. Like a whole host of opportunities lay before me, waiting to be plucked.
“Hopeful?” Rebecca repeats, arching an eyebrow. “For what?”
“For the future,” I say, smiling softly. “For new opportunities, new beginnings.”
Chloe snorts, reading my wistful expression instantly. She’s always been good at that. “Don’t tell me
you’re considering Karl as one of those ‘new beginnings’?”
My cheeks burn. How can I explain the complex web of feelings I have for Karl without sounding naive?
“Of course not,” I lie, knowing that I’ll absolutely never, ever, not in a million years, admit that I have
thought about it. “But he was there for me, Chloe. When Adam wasn’t. There’s no denying that.”
She rolls her eyes. “I know, I know. He played the knight in shining armor, jumped in front of the flames,
stood by you during the hospital visit. I’ve heard the tales of his heroics.”
“But it’s true,” I insist. “He showed me a side of him that I had forgotten existed. And honestly, I think
he’s changed, too. For the better.”
Leah, ever the mediator, finally speaks up. “Both of you have a history together. It’s natural to feel
something when you see a familiar face during difficult times.”

“Yeah,” Chloe chimes in, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “especially when the ‘familiar face’ was a
perfectly sweet gentleman before the wedding bells rang. And then turned into a totally different person
after.”
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of Chloe’s words. She’s not completely wrong. Something
about the wedding changed Karl all those years ago; that was when he started getting jealous and
controlling.
But somehow, I’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt. That was years ago, and we were too young
for marriage. We weren’t prepared for the emotional toll that such a commitment can take on a young
mind.
“You’re right. But I’d like to think that Karl has changed, Chloe,” I murmur. “At least a little.”
“Has he, though?” She looks me dead in the eye. “Remember last week? That little altercation he had
with the waitress about her shirt being ‘too revealing’? Or the way he still speaks about confident
women, like they’re slu ts who need to be kept in their place? Some deep-rooted perceptions don’t just
change overnight, Abby.”
My heart sinks. I remember that incident. The way he had commented about poor Daisy’s shirt being

too revealing, his face all scrunched up in disdain when I confronted him about it. His old habits. Old
perceptions.
Before I can answer, Leah reaches across the table, placing a comforting hand on mine.
“You deserve the best, Abby. If Karl is truly different now, he should prove it, not just with grand
gestures, but in everyday life. And from what I’ve seen and heard, he hasn’t quite done that. Not yet, at
least.”
I sigh, wrapping my fingers around Leah’s. “I know. I know you’re both right. And even if he does
change completely, I’m not sure if I can ever trust him again.”
Chloe nods. “That’s the spirit. And hey, who’s to say you need a man right now? After all, you’ve got
your restaurant. It’s about time you finally start focusing on you and what makes you happy.”
A laugh bubbles up from my chest. “And since when did Miss Chloe become the voice of reason when
it comes to men?” I tease, implying her history with men. She’s never had a long-term relationship, and
seems to be entertaining a different man every week.
“Since always,” Chloe retorts, her smirk in place. “You just didn’t notice because you were too busy
with all the drama.”
Leah chuckles. “Chloe’s right, though. Abby, you need some ‘you’ time. Rediscover yourself, your
passions. Don’t rush into anything. Like you did with...” Her voice trails off, but I know what she’s about
to say.
“I know,” I retort, breaking off a piece of my croissant and dipping it into my cappuccino. “Like I did with
Adam.”

“At least you realize that,” Chloe says with a chuckle. “You two moved so fast, especially for someone
who was fresh out of a marriage and had her heart broken.”
“Yeah,” I answer, narrowing my gaze, “and let’s not forget exactly who talked me into getting back into
dating.”
Chloe opens her mouth to retort, but her lips turn upward in a smile. Leah steps in with a chuckle. I
can’t help but laugh a little, too.
“Alright, alright,” Leah says, raising her mug to her lips. “Everyone’s to blame here. Let’s not point
fingers. What really matters, Abby, is that you’ve grown and moved on from the way things were back
then. And it shows, too.”
I lean back in my chair, letting their words wash over me. The idea of being single, of having time for
myself, is tempting. For so long, my life revolved around men, relationships, trying to mend broken
things.
But now, with my restaurant and my dreams, there’s so much I want to achieve. Opening the restaurant
was only the beginning of my journey. Perhaps this is the universe’s way of telling me to pause and
refocus.
“You guys,” I begin, my voice thick with emotion, “thank you. You always have my back. Even when I
don’t really deserve it.”
Chloe reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. “Always. And remember, no man is worth your
peace.”