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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,

pressed the

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

when I had tied my hair into plates,

his words were soothing me

sorry Remo, it won’t happen

Jacky. And I would like to know

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

driver uncle’s voice stopped me

happened to your

Uncle.

tell me, you. Did you

black ones and Asian face glancing at the metal door wishing to just fly

shard pierced through my skin when I was trying to

as dusty at

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

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

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

an uncle as old as him can see through my lies, how am

delay him further, for his second trip to

you care. I will share with

beta. You

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

adjusting the brown cap on his head to the glare he sent to

was covered in light yellow almost khaki

Security guard uncle hates me. I hope you

head and avoided having eye contact with the guard. Pretending to smoother the creases from my

feet wide. I could feel his fury gaze on my back, but when it stopped I

out of his

my words ended, another voice interrupted