I think we can take it that the prime genre this story should be filed under is Romance/Love. Which is not a genre I have a huge experience of. I've written a very few, mostly experimental, to see if and how I could handle it, but would not call myself massively qualified to review the genre.
Having said which, the first thing that strikes me about the story is that it is different. It does not start out with the couple meeting, as do 90% of romances. No, this one begins with them broken apart and, apparently, pretty permanently too. And that's a head start you've given yourself over all those other stories - difference is half the battle these days.
The piece then turns into almost a detective story, with Daniel using the facilities of media and the net to find out Myra's present whereabouts. This leads to the discovery that there has been no movement on her accounts since the break-up. Not surprisingly, this worries him and he eventually dumps his job so that he can see for himself what is happening to her. He finds that she is not happy in her circumstances and, after some persuasion and a confrontation with the bullying boyfriend, they escape together and enter a new realm of marital bliss.
I understand that romance tales need to end on a happy note - it must be the most reader-driven area of writing. No one reads a whole novel getting to know and care about the life and loves of a fictional character only for them to be disappointed in the end. So I cannot blame you for going with the expected here. Of course the couple must ride off into the sunset with all troubles behind them.
The plot is refreshingly new in its beginning and follows the required patterns thereafter. The writing, too, is vivid and entertaining, with new similes and metaphors rather than the usual clichés. The opening passages are particularly full of arresting descriptions to the point where I should warn against getting too dramatic with the adverbs and adjectives. The piece is fine as it is but, with just a few more, it would become as gaudy as a Victorian sitting room. There is nothing wrong with poetry in prose as long as it is kept within limits.
Your writing in general is very competent and the dialogue perfectly tight and believable. There were only two errors that I noticed, and one is a hobby horse of mine - not to be taken too much notice of therefore. This is my first quibble: "...not to try and contact her.." This means literally, "Don't try" (to do what?) and "don't contact her." The correct way to express it is, "...do not try to contact her..." I know that we all (except me) say, "Try and do" nowadays and they probably accept the form in the latest grammar books, but it really doesn't make sense. So I fight my rearguard action against the forces of bad grammar.
Later, you wrote this: "He watched, laughing, as he thrashed, entangling himself..." The first time I read it, I took it that you were referring only to Daniel in this sentence. It took a while to work out that it was Trent watching and Daniel thrashing. Probably best to insert Daniel's name for the second "he."And that's about it. You write too well for me to carp at length and the story is sound enough to hold up its part of the deal. Altogether it's an entertaining and enjoyable story, and that's more than I can say for most of the genre. Well done indeed.
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