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“Eyes are the informers of heart. They darken when we are angry, while softens when we are filled with love.” [Jacqueline]

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Jacqueline’s POV:

I gripped the straps of my backpack tightly. My whole form trembling in anticipation of what would happen to me today. I shifted in discomfort from one foot to another as a kid of age 6 years glared at me. If you are wondering where I am? I am at my bus stop waiting for my school bus to arrive for the last ten minutes.

I could sense my cortisol level increasing with each minute. Cortisol; a stress hormone, our nature’s inbuilt alarm system. And it was alarming to me that I needed to calm down. But when does that happen what we want? Almost every time what happens is opposite to what we want.

I place my hand on my heart. Realizing that My heartbeat was abnormally high.

“Di are you okay?”

The same 6-year-old kid asked me confusion clear in her eyes. I think her name was Riya or something. She was my bus companion. Though we never chatted, there were times when she had flashed a bright smile at me.

“I. Ye. Yeah. I am fine.” I stuttered the first time I spoke to a kid. It was embarra**ing.

“But you look pale.” She clutched the hem of my kurta and inquires again.

I exhaled, trying to downplay the words I said.

“Ah. Do I?”

I could feel her, sus***ious gaze on me. But I didn’t say anything. Waiting for her to either say something or just left me alone.

“You are so cute Di. When you pout.” She giggled, as she said those words of admiration.

‘Cute? Can a child lie? I didn’t know. But normally I never heard of a kid lying.’

Smiling, I bent down and caress her forehead,

“Thank you, Riya. But I think you are cuter than me.”

Her black eyes widened, as her cheeks turned a little pink. Her pink lips edging into a pout.

With a shy look.

She mumbles.

“You think so?”

I answered back “Yeah. I do. By the way, I have chocolate. Would you like some?”

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Her gaze turned a little hopeful but then as if remembering something. It turned a little distressed. As she muttered

Mommy said, to not take chocolates

am no stranger to you, I have been your bus companion since last year. But just for you, I can tell you my

formed on her lips, as she nibbled

right. Let’s

for

name

it with a

Jacqueline Di, I am Riya. But

“I would love to.”

She clapped her hands while

to arrive. Eating chocolates and laughing at each other. As chocolate stained our lips, into a

bus coming our way, I held her hand. And took out a small napkin from my backpack. Cleaning her

chocolate here RiRi. Let me just

“Okay JJ.”

when I tried to stand up, she held my cheeks and placed a small kiss on my

the door of the bus. Her two ponytails swaying with the wind. As her little arms stretched

curiously. While I patted my cheeks to cover up the

She glanced back and

“Come faster JJ.”

calm down and walk towards the bus exhaling. And she walks

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she settles down with her friends, smiling at me. I smile back and settle

now that I was alone again. Fear engulfed me. I

supposed to say

wasn’t intentional. Or that it flew

cell phone. As I glanced at it. Remo had not texted

admit it, I missed him. I missed him a lot. Probably if last night I could have talked to him, my mood would be much better than

I wanted to. Because there are how many times

are you Jerk? Are you

“I am missing you.”

response. Exhaling I puffed my already

do people go when we want them the most? When we are in desperate need of their presence. Where the hell is

busy to entertain me. Perhaps he might have

I should head inside or just leave. The driver’s uncle glances at me from

are here Bitiya. Get