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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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if you feel sad Remo. 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,

pressed the send

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 sure you were safe. I don’t why

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

words were soothing me

it

so Jacky. And I would like

bag. As everyone left, and I started walking to the door I felt someone’s

uncle’s voice

happened to your

Uncle. That.

me, you. Did you

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

gla** shard pierced through my skin

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

response I looked back at him but found him looking at me intently.

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

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all need to cherish it. Always know,

cold all over. If an uncle as old as him

wanting to delay him further, for his second trip to

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

beta.

Sprinting towards my cla**room. I didn’t want to

cap on his head to the glare he sent to bad students

almost khaki color shirt. A stance he did when he wanted to intimidate

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

having eye contact with the guard. Pretending to smoother the creases

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

out

ended, another voice interrupted