Karl
The drive home feels like an eternity, each passing minute melting into the next. I can’t stop thinking about how I left Abby’s house, with nothing but a stiff hug and a half-smile.
Abby’s words, or rather, her lack of words, continue to echo in my mind as I drive. I thought she might react differently, maybe with jealousy or a desire to win me back. And in a sick sort of way, I think I really wanted her to react like that. I wanted her to get upset, to tell me that she didn’t want me to find a new date, to tell me that she wanted to be my Luna again.
But she didn’t do any of those things. Instead, she calmly said she wished me well on my ‘romantic journey’. The words almost make me feel sick just thinking about them. She seemed so calm, so collected.
I can’t help but wonder: Di
