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

"Yeah, I am there in a flash," he yells as soon as he hears his elder brother. The small topic was just too interesting to leave it hanging. He would finish it.


The firmness in Sai's voice made the other brother smile. He had missed it. Seeing his only younger brother be hesitant at each and every step made his very sad. He slowly peeked into the room to find Sai twirling a pen in his fingers as his eyes were focused on the book in front. Maybe, the small warning just now worked. He went back to the table to wait for his kid brother. Sai would always be the first thing on his mind. It would never change.


After they have their lunch together, Kai went back. It was just him again and decided to spend some time watching TV or just find some other activity to pass the time.


That night it was Hana's dinner and all the three enjoyed the night away with a board game. Four player game but three would do just fine. Kai won two games as he always would. Next game he lost to Hana and the last to Sai. There was no soul in there that did not know he lost on his want. They knew he could win.


A Sunday was so much needed for May. She was so tired from her exams. And more tired because of anime but she would never agree to that. As she lay in her bed her thoughts drifted to the time when she had the small group of friends whom she would give up everything for. Last night Jessica had called her and they spoke for an hour.


Things were not very beautiful back then but they were contending and happy to a good extent. She missed all of them.


She remembered Sai. He was her best friend. Or probably is still.


During the initial months of their friendship, they were almost always beside each other, helping each other out. Both being the only new students of their class that year, they had grown up have the other's back. Then, there were James and Jessica. The couple was two years senior to them. She did not know how Sai made friends with them in just one day of joining there. He told her that they were both a part of the school club he had applied for. James had checked him for the club membership. It was the art club. Sai was pretty good at abstract painting.


Slowly, she got herself into their initial group of three. After just a week, Ton has become a part too. A year later, Fern became the last one of their clique. Fern initially was a subordinate to Jessica at tennis. They were the only two sports persons among them. Funny how there was no guy in it. James was a study nerd. In fact, he was famous as one. Ton was more of an extrovert than any of them, even more than herself. He was what a spontaneous leader would be. Though, he never headed anything major, it was obvious he wouldn't make a good lead from his speeches and debating skills. Sai was not a nerd, he spent more time in talking a leisure walk than spending with books. He was an intelligent. He spent even little time painting but was on par with James who would spend an equally serious amount of time on art works as he would with his subject books.


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