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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 am going to ask you, 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, Thank you for praying for me. It means a lot to me,

pressed the send

hanging next time. I even searched your address

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

his words were soothing

it won’t happen again. I

I would like to know what

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

driver uncle’s voice stopped me dead

to your wrist

Uncle. That.

Did you try

face glancing

through my skin when I was trying to

were a little rusty, as well as dusty at the corners

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

again. I could sense some pity and love in that

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we all need to cherish

felt cold all over. If an uncle as old as him can see through my lies, how am I going

second trip to

care. I will share with you if anything like that arises. Have a

beta.

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

glare he sent to

covered in light yellow almost khaki color shirt. A stance he

Now even the Security guard uncle hates me. I hope

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

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

out of his

ended, another voice interrupted my