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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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the send b***on another text

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

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

his words were soothing me without even

Remo, it

hope so Jacky. And I would

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

next second driver uncle’s voice stopped

to your wrist

Uncle.

you. Did you try to

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

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

surprised to see that the doors were a little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners almost blueish. The paint had started

at him but found him looking at me intently.

minute, his voice reached my ears again. I could sense some pity and love in that

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take care of yourself, Jacky. Life is a blessing and we all need

all over. If an uncle as old as him can

for his second trip to the student’s home. I nodded

with you if

beta.

words I dashed out of the bus. Sprinting towards my cla**room. I didn’t want to encounter Rohan again. Who

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

khaki color shirt. A stance he did when he wanted

Now even the Security guard uncle hates me. I hope

the guard. Pretending to smoother the creases from my uniform or adjusting the backpack

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

am out of his

words ended, another