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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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were so silky that even when I had tied my hair into plates, they come out of

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

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

the next second driver uncle’s voice stopped

to your

Uncle. That.

tell me, you. Did you try to kill

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

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

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

him looking at me intently. He didn’t acknowledge my answer like he already knew I

ears again. I could sense some pity and love

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to delay him further, for his second trip

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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 will

his head to the glare he sent to bad

flat chest that was covered in light yellow almost khaki color

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

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

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

out of

moment my words ended, another voice interrupted my small