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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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tell you another time what was bothering me. And, Thank you for praying for me. It means

pressed the

wasn’t able 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

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

were soothing

am sorry Remo, it won’t

so Jacky. And I

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

next second driver uncle’s voice

to your wrist

This. Uncle. That.

Did

averted my eyes from his black ones and Asian face glancing

shard pierced through my skin when I was trying to take it away from

little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners almost blueish. The paint had started

but found him looking at me

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

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all need to cherish it.

an uncle as old as him can see through

second trip to the student’s home. I nodded and

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

too beta.

my cla**room. I didn’t want to

adjusting the brown cap on his head to the glare he sent to bad students or the students who were in a relationship with

yellow almost khaki color shirt. A stance he

b****** Rohan. Now even the Security guard uncle hates me. I hope you find c***roaches in

the guard. Pretending to smoother

pa**ed through the entrance that was around 10 feet long, four feet wide. I could feel his

I am out

moment my words ended, another voice