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The car crept through the deserted path as the gravel crunched underneath. Dr. Dowstein sat at the hilt, his shoulders slightly hunched. His hair swept down to his shoulders and his beard reached out to the collar of his shirt. His large, almond shaped eyes were intensely focused behind the large glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose. Hands clasped tightly around the steering, his forehead glistened with sweat. In the silence, he could he hear the pounding of his heart against his chest, threatening to burst out.

He remembered having crumpled the rose and the card and having hurled it in the lake. Both of them had probably sunk down to the bed where they will rest. Images flashed before his eyes and his mind was miles away from the car. Such was the bitter pain of being rejected by the one he had loved for eight years. Cursing himself, he mused at the incredible amount of time he had provided to an unyielding activity. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to hate her. The love he had for her was already tearing away from his heart like a bandage from a fresh wound. Its pain was consuming and resonated pervasively.

The car came to a halt outside the doors to the laboratory. That was the only place he could think of at the moment. It lay near the edge of the forest, at the end of the gravel path which was hardly ever used. Encircled by trees, and isolated from the rest of the University, it was desolate. A few crickets made racquet in the forest, and the stars twinkled merrily in the sky.

Oblivious to the surroundings, Dr. Dowstein unlocked the door and entered the laboratory. It had been in a pitiable condition when Dr. Dowstein took possession of this lab. Hitherto, it had changed dramatically under his influence. Charts hung from the walls, hiding the closed windows from view. A variety of paraphernalia was strewn on a table and some on the floor. Papers with innumerous calculations lay tattered on the floor, collecting dust.

The silence was heavily and the atmosphere dense. Two bulbs overhead swept a warm, yellow glow across the lab. Dr. Dowstein was heaving slightly, and sank into the chair at his desk. He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hand and sat perfectly still in his reverie for a few minutes. Multitudinous grains appeared, strange shapes formed and dissipated. He felt the overwhelming silence shout in his ears.

When he opened his eyes, his desk appeared clearer than it had before, blurs had disappeared. He grabbed a blank page from the stack placed at the corner and took hold of a pen. He tapped it absent mindedly on the desk, pondering over the conundrum that stared in his face.

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