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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 behaved like a b**** yesterday. I will tell you another time what was bothering me.

pressed the

sleep 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

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

words were soothing me

Remo, it won’t happen

hope so Jacky. And I would

stood up, placing the phone in my bag. As everyone left, and I started

the next second driver uncle’s voice stopped me

happened to your wrist

Uncle.

tell me, you. Did

Asian face glancing at the metal door

No. Uncle. My little cousin’s sister’s gla** shard pierced through my skin when I was trying to take it away

as dusty at the corners almost blueish. The paint

I didn’t found his response I looked back at him but found him looking

voice reached my ears again. I

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we all need to cherish it. Always know,

old as him can see through my lies, how am I going to deal with

him further, for his second trip

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

too beta.

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

his head to the glare he sent to bad students or the students who were in

almost khaki color

Security guard uncle hates me. I hope you find

to smoother the creases from

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

out of his

ended, another voice