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

Jessica was also a part of the art club. She only had a little contribution to it though. Her time was dedicated to tennis. She took it seriously. Fern was good but not as much as Jessica. That would be attributed to her laziness. It was a rare case to not fond Jessica being stern to the younger player about attending practice. And then, she was there. She was good at one particular thing, but had a touch of everything. She would run and try breaking her own records but would never dare to go into competition. She could make decent drawings. Her academics were average. She loved debating. But not against Ton. He was too good. And half her time went into anime and video games.


Weekends back then during the summers we're what all six would wait for. They would meet up at Sai's or James's. If they had been in school, they would have sometime after school. Sometimes they would not find the time. Mostly Ton was missing but the other times it would be one or the other missing. They was nothing important they would do. Just talk about some random things and bid byes as they would part for the day. It was during the last quarter of the first year there that she found herself thinking about Sai more frequently.


They were in the same class. They had lunch together. They sat together for the classes. They even stayed back during the exams and studied together. But never once were their results comparable. He was among top three. She was an average. But they studied together. The studied the same. Mysteries that she would not understand. She even doubted herself if she was falling asleep during the exams.


It was rare to find Ton with them. God knows what he was always busy with. Being close to Sai for a good period she would miss him if was absent for more than two days. Then he had decided to skip a grade all altogether. That time was hard for her. But rather thankfully, his class was not to far away. Just two other classrooms in between. They were on the same floor. She always went to him during the lunch hour to have their food together.


But she didn't feel so comfortable there. Of course, it was a senior class after all. Sai wouldn't come to their class again because his new friends would tease him.


He said so himself. They were no secrets between them, true. But him saying that made her feel a little out of place. Especially the ladies of his class made it very uncomfortable for her with the unfriendly stares. At least she was thankful that most of the boys ignored her.


She did not understand since when his view changed on hanging out with her. Even in their last year, he was always with her. The other classmates would talk about them. But they never gave a thought to it. Who knew, maybe now he is actually her senior and he wants her to sense that they were not equals anymore. That she was interior to him. After all, he still managed to do well in his exams to be in the top three of his class.


Things were indeed beautiful back then. But slowly everything has changed. And now, nothing is the same.


The Team