Jimmy’s POV
I grabbed my phone and slipped on my jacket, the chill of the night slicing through the apartment as I stepped onto the balcony. The city lights sprawled below like a sea of tiny stars, indifferent to the small dramas unfolding in their shadow. My gut twisted as I scanned the streets, knowing exactly where she had gone—or at least, where she might be.
Elina. Her scent lingered faintly in the apartment, a mix of lavender and something uniquely hers. It was enough to pull me forward, a magnetic tug I couldn’t resist. I descended the staircase two at a time, ignoring the distant hum of nightlife, the occasional honk of impatient cars. The world had narrowed to one point: finding her.
She was already gone from the immediate street. A fleeting shadow in the corner of my eye sugge
