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

The week has finished and I did do a good amount of work by staying at home. I should be ahead with what's being taught in addition to compensating all the missed classes. Honestly, I do not know why I even attend the classes. It is nothing you cannot do on your own. Moreover, it is perfect when you do it by yourself. If there is a hitch though, I go to my professor personally. It is way more productive this way.


I planned on going back tomorrow morning. Haha called us for dinner. I came out of my room and saw my brother watching soccer.


"I'll eat after an hour, Hana," he says without shifting his eyes from the match.


With that we started done knowing he won't be happy with any further disturbance.


Watching football was probably better than watching cricket. Here at least the ball is visible. I was never the sports kids. I have the least interest in it.


With nothing much to talk I proceeded to sleep after reminding sister that I'll be going tomorrow.


Morning arrived with freshness. As I was having my breakfast, I realised I will have to face two guys who would be livid by now guys for ignoring them for the whole week and not answering their calls. They would kill me for not giving them the least of hints at least by rejecting their calls. I didn't even reply to their texts. Well, in some cases I'm swag too.


As I disposed my plate in the sink and went back to get my phone and bag, I saw my brother. He just woke up. "Good morning," I said to which he didn't reply. Maybe sleep didn't shake off yet.


"Bye," Kai said as I tied my shoe. More like wanting to get rid of me for more sleep. He's such a cat.


"When will you be back?" Hana asked. Brother was heading back to the bedroom.


"Not next week. Maybe the following. See you," I say as I went.


"Bye and don't be upset with your friends," she said. She was not teasing this time. But I did not need that either.


"Yeah," and I am off to college. It takes an hour and a half to reach. I am very much lively now than I was a week ago. Sometime that I spend with Kai makes a whole lot of difference to me.


And like always this time too he told me it was fine and we were past that point. That he was fine with me being in the hostel. He tells that always but still, I do feel guilty. For now, things seem much simpler.


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