"The only people you should care about should be the people who know the real horrors of your life." [Jacqueline]*******[Jacqueline's POV]The embarrassment took over me and washed my nerves into a nervous wreck. Even my ears were burning in shame. I hated the way his eyes shined with interest sparkling under the white light of the classroom. I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it. I patted my cheeks and pulled my hands back to the knees. Rohan however smiled uncontrollably and cupped my hand in his warm ones under the table. I pinched him from the other hand but he didn't let go."Let go of my hand Rohan.""Nope Cinderella." He muttered quietly and ignored me. I pinched him again, he just hissed and didn't even look at me. His eyes observing the surroundings. Scrutinizing everyone. Few of the classmates were looking our way, with disgust, and surprise in their eyes. My eyes followed his and I caught Nina Grinning at us while showing a thumbs u

"Every human needs a friend, someone who can curse the people who hurt you more than you do, someone who will want to hurt the people who hurt you more than you do, someone who will make you laugh in situations you know nothing other than crying, someone who can listen to your nonsense overthinking imaginations. Just someone!"[Jacqueline] [Jacqueline's POV] I grew up hearing the admonition that friends are the root of all evil, that your company will decide who you are going to be. Today, however, my perception changed. Friends, in and of themselves, are neither evil nor good; it is only what happens with us once we make friends that what qualities we absorb from them. But friends can be a bubble of happiness, for maintaining our happy lives. We need to have friends to keep us alive and not just simply living a boring life.  Rohan was livid at her response. " And what makes you think Jacqueline wants you to do this for her? What makes you think

"Cry in front of a mirror when you are hurt enough, you will be a witness to your sufferings. And then you will realize your reality."*******[Jacqueline]"You can fill your form over there." The receptionist pointed to a chair in the outside corner of the doctor's room. One wall was of all glass doors and there was a garden outside while the opposite wall was filled with different rooms of different doctors where everybody was sitting, perhaps waiting for their time to be called for their appointment. The garden outside though had a calming effect on me and I exhaled thanking her with a smile.I pulled out a pen from my backpack seeing as the phone had managed to work its way up to the top again. It was flaring with notifications, one after another. I shoved it farther inside without looking at it.I held the form to my chest and walked up to the chair, and started filling in my mom's info. Writing all the age and diseases related info, I held it to my chest and wal

"The self is reformed from inside, the heart is reformed by love, and the soul is reformed by positivity." [Remo] ******* [Remo]   My head pounds. I dug my face deeper in the pillow when I heard the door being slammed open, I knew who dared to open my door like that and I was in no mood to tolerate her today, not after having a depressing night. I hear the rustling of clothes as she peels the blanket off me. A weight dropped on my back, even though I was expecting it. It didn't mean the damage was less. The wind was knocked out of my lungs. I groan loudly to portray my discomfort when she settles on top of me, her tiny hands banging on my back as she musters all her vocal cords power to scream.    "Wake up Bhai. Wake up."  

"You have to learn to be alone. Learn to do everything individually, people are going to leave you sooner or later anyway." [Jacky]*******[Jacqueline] It's been three days since Remo talked to me. Aside from sending me a two-word text, after my apology "it's okay" there was nothing. He didn't chat with me. Not even for once, he tried even though he was online most of the time. As if he specifically wanted to show me that he was online, he changed his display picture. I scrolled through his pictures like a souvenir, like trophies on the shelf. Watching as one by one his friends, beautiful girls commented on his pictures and he replied to each one of them nicely.   I honestly had no idea what I should do. I wanted to talk to him but I didn't want to come out as a bother. I wanted to ask him if he was still angry, but I didn't know I should.   'Did I say something that touched his borderline?' Sometimes it was better for