RedCeiling

[Completed]:
Volume 1: Loss of a firm hold.

[Upcoming]:
Volume 2: Intertwined fingers.

[Excerpt]:
"I think I love you," I told him. The feeling of wanting to be with him for the rest of the time started the day he first visited me at the orphanage.

"You do, and I love you too." Then he walked nearer, "Promise me it'll be the two of us," he asked.

"Promise." 

But was that really possible? "I'm technically your sister," I said. We were old enough to understand certain things.

"Adopted." He stressed. "What I asked them was I wanted to you be with me forever. There will be no one to point on that," he said. Were things really that simple? But listening him say them was all I needed.
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I found out that I was pregnant almost a fortnight ago and which woman does not be happy? I wanted to tell him first and I did. But the reaction he gave made me doubt my entire life. First it was a surprise and then, as I waited for his response, I watched his eyes become happy. But before he smiled, a very small and indecipherable frown appeared and he hugged me tight not giving me a chance to read his face anymore. His breathing was quick and heavy. After he released me, I took in the smile on his face; only, I didn't know if I should call it a smile. All there was in his eyes was a hue of sadness.

"What's wrong?" I questioned him directly. His face changed once again. He seemed troubled.

"Nothing," he smiled and added that he was happy.

"You're not," I stated. He is not a fool to think that I would not know when something is wrong. And he would be more wrong to think that I would let this slip.
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“Look at me.” I said calmly. He shifted his head but still avoided my eyes. I walked up to him and put my eyes in his line of sight.

“Don’t you know what I mean ‘every day’?”

He took a quick step back. “Jessie, what’s wrong? Why are you like this?” What’s wrong?

An ear piercing sound rang through the room. I slapped hard across the face. Then I noticed that I started crying. Through my blurry eyes, I saw his eyes tearing up too. This was yet another unpleasant first. The first time I was forced to slap him.
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“Are you okay?” I asked him lifting my head to see his face. His chin rested on my head and I still did not have a proper look. I tried to move my head slowly in another attempt, but he held me tight, not letting me move. Was he still crying? Perhaps that was why he did not like me seeing him.

When we were kids and something troubled him, he used to find me to let it out. Crying was included sometimes. He did not hide his tears back then. Because, boys did not particularly cry in front of their girls, I questioned him how he saw this once. It was a playful teasing that I aimed at. But, he gave me a serious and truthful confession in return. Mentally I am the stronger one and he told me that crying in front of me never felt like he was lowering himself. That was his level of acceptance.

But everything he is doing now is in a stark controversy to my beliefs.

He spoke after calming himself more, “I’m not.”

[Target Audience]:
This story has 3 volumes. From the name, it is not odd that this is totally based on love. The first volume is a little tragic, the reason why it is under realistic fiction. If tragic romance upsets you, then this might as well.

**[UNEDITED]**
I didn't proof read all the parts. But I usually keep an eye to check for mistakes as I write. So hopefully there are not too many of them. Will be editing soon.

Struggle Of Love

He really didn't want me to go to a hostel, away from him. Probably, he misses me more that I do. Very recently, I have started being with him too much. Hostel is suffocating. There's a girl after me. As simple as that. Every weekend I am home. Or, the girl and her gang of predators would force me and some other targeted guys to go out to some night club with them. This time, however, I am home for the whole week. Every time I plan on a maximum of three-day stay, it turns out to become a week's happy time unless it's a two-day time of a weekend.


I took two steps and sat across from him. "So, a voluntary week off again? Will you be going to her as well?" My brother is one of those very few souls that knew of May and me. 


"No, I'm fine here." The thought of meeting her is a complex mix of hope and regret.


"It'll be fine. If you want a suggestion, try."


The door bell rang. Kai walked to open, "Must be her."


As soon as the door was opened, the pretty lady was greeted by her beloved. "What's with the sad face?"


"I don't want to cook today," she says as she enters.


"And why?" he asked as she put her shoes away.


"I'm sad. Had a fight with Yaga." Yaga was her close friend and colleague at work.


"Hi," the couple was interrupted by a peaceful smiling face..


"Three hours ago." Sai had the last and third set of keys, even if he would only come once in a fortnight or some times, especially like past few months, every weekend.


"And I will overlook," Kai said and winked at her. After all, he was his brother's teacher in the subject.


With that the two guys were off to kitchen. Hana went to take a quick bath. Yaga was her best friend, they fought for the millionth time this day and went homes without being fine at the end. She hoped they will be back tomorrow.


Dinner was cooked. The two brothers were passionate about cooking since they knew they had to do it for themselves. Time made both great cooks. Hana was better though.


After dinner was time for some chit chat which included mostly Hana teasing Sai about being afraid of the girl from the uni. What could he tell? There was pressure on him from his roommates too once they knew he turned down the girl. Then sometimes his brother would interrupt asking about May without voicing her name. With Hana getting all curious about who this 'her' was every time he came here, and not getting the answer, she silently listens. Sai wouldn't answer her either. Kai was anyway difficult when it comes to a request from his brother. But hey, was she an outsider still? She knew better than to get depressed over this.


After talking for an hour after dinner they go to sleep. Sai slept in one room and the couple in the other.


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