His hands clawed against the pavement, his voice hoarse, broken. “Seraphina… Seraphina… please, don’t leave me…”
The sirens faded, the murmurs of the crowd dimmed, but his cries remained, echoing into the night, carried on the wind.
No one—not even Dominic himself—could tell if it was Adrian’s heart breaking inside him, or Dominic’s own. All that was certain was that Seraphina had taken both with her, leaving him hollow, shattered, undone.
Dominic’s POV
I could still see it as if it were yesterday. The first time Adrian and I laid eyes on Seraphina.
We were in college then—two young men who had always competed with each other, whether in studies, sports, or even who could drink more at a party. But when she walked into that café near the campus, everything stopped.
She wasn’t even doing anything extraordinary—just ordering coffee with that quiet confidence, her hair loose around her shoulders, her smile polite. But something about her caught the light in a way that made the whole room turn.
I remember nudging Adrian with my elbow. “She’s beautiful.”