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“Your pain isn’t just painful prose. It’s a novel. So fight those battles and slay.” [Jacqueline]

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“Jacqueline’s Pov:”

There was no sound of birds chirping, just the sound of man-made vehicles moving, colliding people or vehicles, the chattering voice of my bus mates, and chaos.

My eyes took in the environment around me and then focussed on the phone again. I was doing this for five minutes, just taking everything in that was happening around me.

Remo’s last text was,

“Stop ignoring me Jacqueline Please. I am going to pray for you.”

The feeling of emptiness was getting killed by the feeling of flattering. ‘Someone can pray for me.’

‘A stranger can pray for me.’

‘Someone does worry about me.’

I am not lonely, someone does care about me enough to pray for me.

It was a savoring feeling for me, a one of a kind that spilled somewhere inside my brain and shuffled to everywhere it could reach. Suddenly, my wrist started hurting me and I found myself wincing.

Pain affects you when you are cared for. Glancing at the gauze wrapped around my wrist I felt only pain.

I tried to eradicate the sweet feeling inside me but the warmth his words brought has already buried itself deeply in my mind, body, or soul.

As my eyes read his texts, again and again, I found slowly, very slowly the sadness had started vanishing. My eyes brimmed with tears and I couldn’t comprehend my own emotions. My painful prose.

‘Why am I crying again?’

“It’s Okay. I wasn’t angry, I was just a little sad.”

“And you are right, we are supposed to share each other’s pain. We are supposed to be there for each other, I would do that too because That’s what friends do.”

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feel sad Remo. I will share my pain with you sometimes. I am sorry I behaved like a b**** yesterday. I will tell you another time what was bothering me. And, Thank you for praying for me. It means a lot to me, You almost turned my sadness into nothing.

minute, I pressed the send b***on

searched your address on your profile

tied my hair

words were soothing me

it won’t

so Jacky. And I would like to know

I stood up, placing the phone in my bag. As everyone left, and I started walking to the door

driver uncle’s voice stopped me dead in my

happened to your

Uncle. That.

Did you try to kill

averted my eyes from his black ones and Asian face glancing at the metal door wishing to just fly

gla** shard pierced through my skin when I was

surprised to see that the doors were a little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners

but found him looking at me intently. He didn’t acknowledge my answer like he

ears again. I could sense some pity

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yourself, Jacky. Life is a blessing and we all need to cherish it. Always know, I am here and I care

cold all over. If an uncle as old as him can see through my lies, how am I going to deal with my

to delay him further, for his second trip to the

with you if anything like that arises. Have

too beta.

to uncle’s words I dashed out of the bus. Sprinting towards my cla**room. I didn’t

the glare he sent to bad students or the students who were in a

his flat chest that was covered in light yellow almost khaki color shirt. A stance he

uncle hates me. I hope you find c***roaches in your

avoided having eye contact with the guard. Pretending to smoother the creases from my uniform or adjusting the backpack as if

feet long, four feet

am out

another voice