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“Close your eyes and think with your heart. How many advantages you forgot just because of few disadvantages.” [Remo]

[Third Person’s POV]:

Jacqueline’s one eye filled with tears and the other leaked with salty lotion.

“I am fine Now. Thank you.”

Remo frown at her formal answer, he thought they were past that formal stage. His fingers pressing on the words rapidly as he sends her another text in few seconds.

Despite her puffy eyes, she smiles as another message pops up on the screen.

“Don’t you trust me, Jacqueline?”

“I do.”

“Then why don’t you want to share your pain with me? What could I even make use of it Hon? I just want to know. You know. And I heard that sharing the pain can reduce the effect it has on the mind. Don’t you think I deserve to know? Even a little bit about you?”

She takes the tissue from the table blowing her nose, looking more like a terrible honk, a goose.

“A New Student arrived in our school some days ago, he sat beside me on the school bus and asked me what my name was.” She types rhythmically as her salty potion seems to have stopped.

“Oh. I think you told me about the incident. But I don’t think asking for a name could be that bad?” Remo remembers their old conversation where she had informed him about it. But at that time he shrugged it off.

“Ah, I might have told you about it. But now the situation is out of control. You are right, it’s not a bad thing for most people. But for me it is. I usually prefer to stay to myself, and his face screamed trouble. So in haste, I ended up lying about my name.”

“Oh yeah, I remember what happened later?”

“He turned out to be my cla**mate, and he is kind of blackmailing me from that day onwards.”

“What kind of blackmailing?”

“He had kind of stopped me twice. He is continuously pestering me about it. But today things have escalated a lot.”

Reading her texts engulfed Remo in strange feelings.

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to downplay the whole situation? Or Am I thinking too much?’ Though he wanted to ask everything, he didn’t. She didn’t like when he called

“What happened today?”

clinical department of the school. He kind of came back to check up on me. Well, he took me to the canteen for treating me to ice cream

doing so many things for a girl even if it involves just giving her attention in the wrong way. It still meant the

Can I

response from his

‘Hell. No!’

feeling so frustrated over the fact that this girl is getting attention from a guy who seems like a

‘Do I like her?’

started talking. How can I like

you? Remo Focus on

brain whispers and he found himself texting her at a speed he

“What happened afterward?”

to wipe

etched his face and his fingers messed

even want to complete the sentence. It felt awful. He was never a person who pitied others or felt others’ pain let

me feel caged here. Why do I want to go to her? Why am I

controlling

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thought I would. I

from the chair he was

he texts back. “You

that though. I

pissed. I don’t get pissed easily though.” He stood

to him. That’s

happened today was the nastiest insult. But now hearing praise from him made her feel like she lost nothing. Like a kick in

terrible feelings settle with her amazing story. “What you did to him is the best disrespect you could have bestowed him with. It’s like kicking him in the balls, but it is more than even that. It’s about kicking his ego. Gosh! I am so much liking it. What

Which further lead her to apologize to me and well he. He kind of has taken my words as a

I know My

She walks to her bed, her bare feet feeling the cold of

Girl can bite if needed and it just made her more attractive to him. He wonders what she would do if he ever did something funny

should just stop

drifts to his sister lounging on his sofa