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

After sometime since my little brother left I walked into the living.


"Now then, what are all the secrets you boys keep from me?" Hana asked from behind.


"Why? I promise I won't do anything with it. It's just.." she trailed off.


"Just about how I didn't want him to leave me all alone. But you are here now, so I'm good and he's good." She gave me a poker face at that. In knew she isn't someone to be sweet talked into. But that was also a small truth.


"You know what I'm asking. About that girl." She knew about that epic fight. She also told me that I should not be so baby to not let my brother out, not when it has to do with studies. I wish she gets scared of me like Sai and would not have called me a kid. But no, it's like all the faces I do in front of her are transparent. I am not usually harsh with people but I tend to pretend. The control I get with that really does me favours. One of those looks and hell calms down. I never acted like that with Sai and now that I have sometimes recently, I know how scared he will be because of the sudden change. I have tried it with her, I am doing it now too but it doesn't work the same.


"Seriously Hana, it's not even seven in the morning and you are being so impossible, stubborn." When I look at her she gave me a pleasing smile. I don't know if she is pretending. What's even the fun in knowing when she cannot gossip on it anywhere?


"I want to know. I'm not an outsider." God she will be my death some day.


"Look, you don't have to know every single thing about us. Especially about my brother. He won't be happy to know that I told you."


"That's nonsense. He is more free with me than he has been with you since I'm here. I am an equal family to him as you are."


"What the hell? Are you out of your mind or are you seeing your dreams. In your dreams that happens Hana. So shut up.


"How long have you even known him? For god's sake we are not even married. So stop counting yourself with us. You are far from being a family yet. Especially to him.


"And tell me. If you are just as much as I am to him, why did he turn a deaf ear to you when you asked him?" That got her. She took a minute before talking meaningless things again.


"He is just shy to tell me. And I bet that's because I'm a girl." Oh please, does she even hear how lame that excuse sounds?


"Just tell me you have realized you are wrong Hana. It was right in your face, eh?"


What? Wasn't she the one that started all of this?


"Excuse me lady, I had to speak and because of whom?"


"At least now I know how you really are. Oh, and thanks for reminding me that we don't have to be together for the whole rest of our lives." With a weird kind of smile she left the place.


My Fiancée