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

What again? It's taking me time to understand now. Why do people talk without any link to the topic?


Well, I am not egotistical. I'm just talkative and outgoing unlike my brother. As I was thinking it dawned on me. She was speaking to me for what I said earlier about us not being married. Well, shit. Now this has turned into a major fight, our first major fight. The last thing she did was give me a ghost smile.


She must have been hurt. She is a good actor. That must be the reason why my stupid facade does not affect her. She is a better actor than I am.


Soon, it was 9 A.M. I didn't feel like going out today. But she left. She didn't make me food. But she did make some for her sole self. She is acting too normal. She even yelled a bye while leaving to which I was too slow to respond.


It was lunch time. Why is today so restless? Time is flying very fast. Still, I didn't feel like cooking. I skipped breakfast. But I was hungry and I didn't want to go out so I just ate some fruits.


Now how to fix this? How do I apologize if she behaves like there's nothing wrong? God, Hana will be the death of me.


Later at night she came back at the usual time and she made us dinner. Us, as in her and me too. Everything is too normal. Usually when we had little fights like why she can choose my clothes but I can't choose hers, she would make me cook for two whole days.


While we were eating, she asked what I have done today. She must have figured that I didn't go to work today.


"I sat sulking," I told her truthfully. She acknowledged with a nod.


"No. Sorry." There I said it. My eyes became a little watery. This is an actual fight between us. She said it's fine.


"Not for keeping you ignored on that girl." I had to add.


She looked up from her plate. "I wish my idiot brother is like you too."


I chuckled, "He is an idiot sometimes." Haru, his name was. He is nice to hang out with.


After dinner we continued the conversation.


"So Hana, are we stuck for life yet?" I vaguely became aware of how easily a simple engagement can be broken. I should be careful and not give her ideas at the least not when I want this to turn into a real lifetime promise.


"Cook for the whole next week." Oh, that made me happy.


"What? But why? When you cook better than me? I know you enjoyed your food better than mine." I thought I would not have to when she cooked just before.


"Not denying the fact but that isn't the point."


She then kissed my cheek and leaned on my shoulder. I pulled her into me as I hugged her. Well, we are fine now. I don't know if she caught my teary eyes but she made me cry. Somehow, after spending all these months with her, I simply cannot picture a different person in her place. And that's the end of today.


My Love