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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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sorry I behaved like a b**** yesterday. I will tell you another time

the

leave me hanging next time. I even searched your address on your profile to make sure you were safe. I don’t why Jacky, My gut was telling

tied my hair into plates, they come out of it. I smile

his words were soothing me without even

Remo, it won’t happen again. I

hope so Jacky. And I would

As everyone left, and I started walking to the door I felt someone’s eyes on

next second driver uncle’s voice stopped me

happened to your

This. Uncle.

Did you try to kill

glancing at

pierced through my

a little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners almost blueish. The paint had started coming off, overall

didn’t found his response I looked back at him but found him looking at me

his voice reached my ears again. I

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

over. If an uncle as old as him can see through my lies, how am I

his second trip to the

share with you if anything like that arises.

too beta.

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

security guard glared at me, adjusting the brown cap on his head to the glare he sent to bad students or the students who

in light yellow almost khaki color shirt. A stance he did when he wanted

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

cursed Rohan in my head and avoided having eye contact with the guard. Pretending to smoother the creases from my uniform or adjusting the backpack as if it was too

four feet wide. I

am out of

moment my words ended, another voice interrupted my small