Chapter 63 Sixty three

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

The rest of my first week as a full time MBA student at the Leonard N.Stern School of Business, the business school branch of the New York University, went by in a blur of enduring different introductory classes from several professors during the day, having lunch with my two new school friends, Azra and Melody, returning to an empty and dreary house in the evening, binge watching tv shows and movies while stuffing my face full of exquisite Italian cuisines.

I woke up, day after day, only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. It was hectic and sad- that was how pathetic my very living had become.

Slowly and unbearably, Friday morning came, and as the first rays of the morning sunlight casted itself across my room and fell on my face, through the open curtains, in a dull glow, I could not wait to get the day started and over with it. That morning, after I had opened my eyes, I exited the cocoon of warmth that I had placed myself in the night before by pushing