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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 praying for me. It means

the send b***on

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

my hair into plates, they come out of it. I smile without even

soothing me without

sorry Remo, it won’t happen

hope so Jacky. And I

everyone left, and

second driver uncle’s voice stopped me dead

happened to your wrist

This. Uncle. That.

me, you. Did you try to kill

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

My little cousin’s sister’s gla** shard pierced through my skin

the doors were a little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners almost blueish. The paint had started coming off, overall it looked pretty

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

his voice reached my ears again. I could sense

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

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

second trip

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

too beta.

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

guard glared at me, adjusting the brown cap on his head to the glare he sent to

in light yellow almost khaki color shirt. A stance

Security guard uncle hates me. I hope you find

to smoother the creases from my uniform

feet wide. I

I am out of

my words ended, another voice interrupted my