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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 will share my pain with you sometimes. I am sorry I behaved like a b**** yesterday. I will tell you another time what was bothering me. And, Thank you for praying for me. It means a lot to me, You almost turned my

minute, I pressed the send b***on another

happened to you. Please don’t leave me hanging next time. I even searched your address on your profile to make sure you were safe. I don’t why Jacky, My gut was telling

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

his words were soothing me

Remo, it won’t happen

so Jacky. And I would like to know

up, placing the phone in my bag. As everyone left, and I started walking to the door

uncle’s voice stopped me dead

happened to your

Uncle.

you. Did you

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

little cousin’s sister’s gla** shard pierced through my skin when I was trying to take

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

back at him but found him looking at me intently. He didn’t acknowledge my answer like he

my ears again. I

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need to cherish it. Always know, I am

over. If an uncle as old as him can see through my lies, how am I going to deal

wanting to delay him further, for his second trip to the student’s home. I

know uncle. I know you care. I will share with you if anything

too beta. You

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

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

khaki color shirt. A

guard uncle hates

to smoother the creases from my uniform or adjusting the backpack as if it was

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

I am out of

my words ended, another voice interrupted my small