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

silky that even when I had tied my hair

soothing me

it won’t

so Jacky. And I would like to know what

everyone left, and I started walking to the door I felt

second driver uncle’s voice

happened to

This. Uncle.

me, you. Did

face glancing at the metal door wishing to just fly

sister’s gla** shard pierced through

the doors were a little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners almost blueish.

I looked back at him but found him looking

my ears again. I could

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uncle as old as

to delay him further, for his second trip to the

I know you care. I will share with you if anything like that arises.

too beta.

listened to uncle’s words I dashed out of the bus. Sprinting towards my cla**room. I didn’t want to encounter Rohan again. Who knows what he

at me, adjusting the brown cap on his head to the glare he sent to bad students or the students

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

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

Pretending to smoother the creases

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

I am out of

words ended, another