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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 another time what was bothering me. And, Thank you for

pressed the send

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

fluttered my black hair lightly. They were so silky that even when I had tied my hair into plates, they come

soothing me without even

sorry Remo, it

And I would

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

next second driver uncle’s voice stopped me dead in

to

Uncle.

you. Did you try

Asian face glancing at the metal door

No. No. Uncle. My little cousin’s sister’s gla** shard pierced through my skin when I was

as dusty at

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

his voice reached my ears again. I could sense some pity and love in that one

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care of yourself, Jacky. Life is a blessing and we all need to cherish it.

as old as him can see through my lies, how am I going to deal with

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

care. I will share with you

beta.

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

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

khaki color shirt. A

Security guard uncle hates

with the guard. Pretending to smoother the creases

that was around 10 feet long, four feet wide. I could feel his fury gaze on my back, but when it stopped I

out

moment my words ended, another voice interrupted my small