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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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behaved like a b**** yesterday. I will tell you

the send b***on another text

to sleep last night Jacky, I thought something happened to you. Please don’t leave me hanging next time. I even searched your address on your profile to make sure you

breeze fluttered 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 knowing I tuck my hair behind

his words were soothing me

am sorry Remo, it won’t happen again.

And I

my bag. As everyone left, and I started

uncle’s voice stopped me dead in

to your wrist

This. Uncle.

Did you try

face glancing at the metal door wishing to just

sister’s gla** shard pierced through my skin when I was trying to take it away from

rusty, as well as dusty at the corners almost

response I looked back at him but found him looking at me intently. He didn’t acknowledge

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

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of yourself, Jacky. Life is a blessing and we all need to cherish it. Always know, I am here and I care about

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

his second trip to the

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

too beta. You

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

head to the glare he sent to bad students or the students who were in

flat chest that was covered in light yellow almost khaki color shirt. A stance he did when he wanted to

guard uncle hates me.

Pretending to smoother the creases from my uniform or adjusting the backpack as if

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

out of his

moment my words ended, another voice interrupted