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♡Astrid♡ When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed — in my room. It felt a little too quiet. I sat up slowly and rubbed my forehead. My head was pounding. I looked around the room. Where was Freya? “Fre?” I called out. My voice was raspy. Maybe she was in the bathroom? But there was no answer. I pushed the blanket off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Please don’t tell me she left and went to the living room. If she did, she might’ve run into… fuck! I quickly left the room, not bothering to close the door. As I went downstairs, I tried not to move too fast because of my headache. When I reached the bottom and looked into the living room, I saw her. Freya was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. I let out a breath, feeling relieved — until I saw who was sitting across from her. Adrian. What the hell? Back when Adrian and I were dating, he and Freya were always at each other's neck. Now? Freya was glaring at him, and Adrian just stared at her like he didn’t car