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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 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

the send

to you. Please don’t 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 me

my black hair lightly. They were so silky that even when I had tied my hair into plates, they come out of it. I smile without even

soothing me without even me

am sorry Remo, it won’t happen again. I

so Jacky. And I

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

driver uncle’s voice stopped me dead

happened to your wrist

This. Uncle.

tell me, you. Did you try to

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

through my skin when I was trying to take it away

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

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

my ears again. I could sense some pity and love in

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is a blessing and we all need to cherish it. Always know,

as him can see through my lies, how am

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

uncle. I know you care. I will share with you

too beta.

Sprinting towards my cla**room. I didn’t want to encounter Rohan again. Who knows what he will

his head to the glare he sent to bad students or the students who were in a relationship with some

khaki

even the Security guard uncle hates me. I hope you

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

moment I finally pa**ed through the entrance that was around 10 feet long, four feet wide. I could feel his fury gaze on my back, but when it stopped I

I am out

ended, another voice interrupted my