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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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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.

I pressed the send b***on another text

to you. Please don’t leave me hanging next time. I even searched your address on your profile to make sure

lightly. They were so silky that even when I had tied my hair into plates, they come out of it. I

were soothing me without

Remo, it won’t

And I would like to

As everyone left, and I started walking to the door I

voice stopped me dead

to your wrist

Uncle.

Did you

Asian face glancing at the metal door wishing to

No. No. Uncle. My little cousin’s sister’s gla** shard pierced through my skin when I was trying to take it away from

the doors were a little rusty, as well as dusty at

him looking at me intently. He didn’t acknowledge

voice reached my ears again. I

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we all need to cherish it. Always know, I am here

his warm words, I felt cold all over. If an uncle as old as him

further, for his second trip to the student’s home. I nodded and

will share with you if anything like that arises. Have a good

beta. You

dashed out of the bus. Sprinting towards my cla**room. I didn’t want to encounter Rohan again. Who knows

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

flat chest that was covered in light yellow almost khaki

Rohan. Now even the Security guard uncle hates me. I hope you find c***roaches in

the guard. Pretending to smoother

feet wide. I could feel his fury gaze on

out of

words ended, another voice interrupted my