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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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course, I am going to ask you, if 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 for praying for me. It means a lot to me, You almost

pressed the send b***on

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

when I had tied my hair into plates, they come out of it. I smile without even knowing I tuck my hair

his words were soothing

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

so Jacky. And I would like

stood up, placing the phone in my bag. As everyone left, and I started walking to the door I felt someone’s

voice stopped me dead in

happened to

Uncle. That.

Did

Asian face glancing at the

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

little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners

him looking

I could sense some

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

felt cold all over. If an uncle as old as him can see through my

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

know you care. I will share with you if

beta.

the bus. Sprinting towards my cla**room. I

the glare he sent to bad students or the students who

almost khaki color shirt. A stance

even the Security guard uncle hates me. I hope you find

the guard. Pretending to smoother the creases from my uniform or adjusting the

feet long, four feet wide. I could feel his fury gaze

out of his

moment my words ended, another voice interrupted my small