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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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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

I pressed the send

thought something happened to you. Please don’t leave me hanging next time. I even searched your address on

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

soothing me

Remo, it won’t happen

hope so Jacky. And I would like to

my bag. As everyone left, and I started

driver uncle’s voice stopped me dead in my

to

This. Uncle. That.

you. Did you try

glancing at the metal door wishing to just fly away from

gla** shard pierced through my skin when I was trying

see that the doors were a little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners almost blueish. The paint had started coming off, overall it looked

back at him but found him looking at me intently. He didn’t

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

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all need to

as him can see through my lies, how

to delay him further, for his second

with you if anything like

too beta. You

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

he sent to bad students

chest that was covered in light yellow almost khaki color shirt.

Security guard uncle hates me. I hope

Pretending to

10 feet long, four feet wide. I could feel his fury gaze on

out of his

words ended, another voice interrupted my