Ocean’s POVBy the time I pushed through the club doors, she was gone.The cold night air hit me like a slap, sharp and grounding, but it did nothing to slow the restless energy coursing through my body. The music from the club still thumped faintly behind me, muffled by the heavy doors, but outside everything felt too quiet and empty.Pushing my hands into my pockets, I swirled around, scanning the street but there was no sign of her. “Dammit!, where the hell did she go?” I groaned internally. I moved further away from the entrance, my eyes darting over every passing figure, every shadow and every car pulling away from the curb.“Astrid,” I muttered, already pulling my phone from my pocket.I called her, it rang thrice but no response. My next attempt sent the call into voicemail but I quickly ended the call before the automated voice could finish. I counted up to sixty in my head then tried again but it was the same result.My jaw tightened as I slowly placed my back against th
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