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

"Nothing unusual, James," I answered after composing myself off guilt. He knew the rift that has developed between us. He would still stand against Jessy if it comes to May and me; he would try convincing her than me.


"I'm sorry," he said to make my guilt return.


"Nah, she should be, not you," I say as I brushed it off lightly.


I need to chop his head. "Fine. So you see, apparently, May is turning into an enemy and Jessy is on her side. Got that?"


"I see. Why so?" he asked, enlightenment seemingly dawning upon him.


"Yes, so the last time we met, Jessy had to tell me not to disturb her dear 'friend', like who are we? Are we not all friends? May had been complaining on me. That I am not letting her just be and that I am making things difficult for her." My words sounded funny to my own ears, just not enough to make me laugh out.


"Are you not? I thought you would. You love that girl and you're trying hard, anyway." Ton sure has been away for long enough to refer to May as 'that girl'.


"That doesn't mean I force her or something. Don't you see what impression that actually gives?" I turned to James, "I don't think badly of Jessy for this at all. May can exaggerate and not take guilty of it at all. It's not Jessy's fault."


"But why would she do that?" Ton asked.


"Who, May?"  The question came from James.


"Why wouldn't she?" was my reply as I fell in a daze once again trying to figure out where things have taken this turn.


"What?" said Ton, "You can't just give up!" said James at the same time bringing me out of my trance.


I sighed out not knowing myself anymore.


"She hates me. I don't know why or exactly since when so I can guess what action of mine led to this. But now it feels like she has always hated me."


"No, Sai, she does not. Hate is a strong word." James should know better, I thought.


"You did slap her that time," Ton reasoned out. No, I am sure that has nothing to do with this. "I might have, but we have been even better friends after that. Sure, things were slightly strained for a while. But the next two years and especially the last year of high-school was incredible. We were so close, even if I didn't go to the same class. It's not that at all, brother."


"Did you tell her that you love her?" Ton asked another lame question. He was supposed to be bon one day after I was, not before.


"You would know if I did. And, how am I supposed to when she keeps trying to cut the conversations short? When she acts like she's so troubled to even be next to me let alone let me speak what I want to? I want to confess but I can't."


I am. Ton is right. I didn't say anything.


"I have tried so much to know what changed between you two. But she was careful not to speak anything she didn't want to along the flow I created. I even went as far as telling her about your feelings. That you really do love her."


Guilt