Daniel sat alone in his cramped studio apartment, textbooks and legal pads strewn about the room.
His jet-black hair that was always neatly combed, added to his disciplined demeanor. The stark contrast between his dark hair and fair skin drew attention to his blue eyes, which held a resolute intensity.
"I've met someone else, Daniel. Someone who can offer me a life that you simply can't," Seraphine said through the phone, her voice tinged with a coldness he'd never heard before, "He just bought me a ring worth more than your entire year's salary."
"So it's about money?" Daniel felt hurt, not believing his own ears.
"Among other things, yes. You're just not enough, Daniel. Not ambitious enough, not wealthy enough, just not enough," Seraphine's words were like a gut punch, each one landing with a devastating blow. Without waiting for a response, she added, "I wish you the best," and ended the call.
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