" Oh," she said, without enthusiasm. "The hospital." Yes," he said, "there." His voice was gentle, but it seemed to resonate within her chest; he soun...ded like Darth Vader. "Danielle, my beloved, what on earth were you thinking?" Thinking?" To do that. To hurt yourself like that. To give up." He seized her wrist, turning it face up. The cut was angry red, as if she had only slashed it open just this instant. "To do this."She felt the cut itching, but she didn't pull her arm away. His touch was. However I had barely taken that news in when a knock on the apartment door sounded. I answered the door and a pleasant looking young woman stood outside and after confirming that I was indeed Miss van de Hoondyk, handed me a letter. She left straight off leaving me a little bemused.The letter bore the university identification the same as my rejection letter but its contents were much different. It was from the director of the School of Humanities, a Gretel Dorfhaus. Dear Madeline I hope that. Now let’s see how they unfold their vacation. After their tiresome flight journey, they arrived at the resort and were mesmerized by the atmosphere there.Deepti: Yay, finally we reached our room and look Vihaan it’s such a beautiful nature around us.Vihaan: Yes mom! It’s simply marvelous. We chose the right resort. I believe we have got plenty more to discover here and spend one of our best time here.Deepti: No doubt at all my dear son.Vihaan: Let’s fresh up and have our dinner. We got to view. ?" Just a few days, angel. Hang tight a little longer if you can. Can I count on you?" Y-You bet, lover!" Okay... okay... then, let's leave it right there! I'll wait for your call back... and here's the number... At three-thirty that afternoon, it was a weepy, lonesome Dianne who returned to their ground-floor apartment with a sensation of emptiness she could only compare to walking into her grandfather's home an hour after they had buried that loveable man. Never had she felt such an emotion.