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 sometimes all of us were talking just on general topics. We were pretty loud. Thanks to Jessy, she can make nice choices. There's almost no one around us. In fact, this place looked pretty homely and there were 4 big tables, with a good amount of distance between.


The little bell hanging by the door went off and May walked in. I am seeing her after a relatively long period of time. She quickly waved towards us when she found us. When she was halfway to our table, the bell tinkled again, it was Fern.


Fern ran up to May and they hugged. After some more hugs with James and Jessy we all settled in. Soon, James's likes for all us arrived. I guess nothing changed as to the foods because all of us were eating without a complaint. Enjoying the food, however, was far for us as the secrets were hanging in the air. Time sure changes a lot of things. During the older times, when hanging out together, eating like this was as normal as walking the road every day. I know this wasn't the best time to reminisce of the past, but who would have thought that we would be fated to a meal like this?


Ton would look at me when he thinks I am into my food. I did hide enough from him. He was not trying to make me feel guilty; rather he was only trying to make sense out of his observations. There was something going on between James and May, like they both were engaged in a silent talk and their concern for each other was quite clear. Also, Jessy and I would shift eyes as soon as we make an eye contact. Lastly, I also realized that May was keenly concentrated on Jessy as well, but not under the knowledge of her. The only one that was actually into eating was Fern. But, she looked tensed a bit, I am not very sure of it though. I haven't known the girl very well.


Everything has become too suffocating. But still, I know none of us want to get finished with this day any earlier.


Soon after lunch, we went up the building to higher floor. In the past, we usually met at some park in the evening and dinner would follow. We would then go back home a little into the night, late after dinner. This time, they planned for the whole day.


"Whoa, Jessy, how much do you two earn? This looks more expensive than the lunch!" May exclaimed as James swiped the key card to the suit which was accepted.


"Shut up, I studied enough and good, unlike someone." Jessy replied. See, this is what I said about her being the least friendly person.


"Burn!" Ton dragged the word dramatically enough for all of us to burst into laughter as we went in and closed the door. He sometimes knows when to say what. I like it when we talk about her studies. That's the only time May gets all embarrassed and worked up. It is no secret as to how bad she is at studies. She is too over-confident and careless regarding education, and that suddenly escalated to a different level soon, more so especially after we passed out of our school.


"I'm not failing . . ." she whined in her defence in a low voice.


"You are almost," I said, later realizing that I still had some bravery to talk to her without thinking.


Suffocation