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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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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

I pressed the send b***on

something happened to you. Please don’t leave me hanging next time. I even searched your address

so silky that even when I had tied my hair into plates, they come out of

his words were soothing me without even me

Remo, it won’t happen again. I

hope so Jacky. And I would like to know

in my bag. As everyone left, and I started walking to the door

uncle’s voice stopped

happened to your wrist

Uncle. That.

tell me, you. Did you try

averted my eyes from his black ones and Asian face glancing at the metal

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

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

response I looked back at him but found him looking at

I could sense some pity and love in

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

as him can

delay him further, for his second trip to the

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

too beta. You

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

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

almost khaki color shirt. A stance he did when he wanted

guard uncle hates me. I hope you find c***roaches

having eye contact with the guard. Pretending to

that was around 10 feet long, four feet wide. I could feel his

am out of his

ended, another voice interrupted my