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

She continued. "You see, I'm just trying to warn you. Please be nice to James. I don't want you to regret anything later. I don't want any of us to regret anything later. That's all," she said as she started walking to the girls. I feel that something is not right. Her voice was too soft for the situation. But the only dominant thought and fear I have now is that, she is aware of my feelings and she doesn't give a care about them. I totally felt defeated. I remained where I was. A bit of time passed when I realised that my back was feeling strained. I didn't know when I began to sit so painfully straight, the apprehension and anticipation are not very easy to deal for the current situation. So many thoughts are rapidly messing my mind. Then, I see the guys walking through the door as they approach me.


"Bro, we're going for a drive. Come on," Ton invited. "I think I'm fine. You go on," I said not being able to face James, relaxing my body back onto the cushion behind so I would not give them an impression of me turning into a creep. For some reason, I could not look at James. Although I was not the one at fault but him in the commotion we just had, I could not look him in the eye. I thought I could trust him with the world and I have told him each one of my deepest secrets. He is no less than Kai himself, or more precisely, I even told him something I could not tell my own brother and this is what I get in return. I guess I miscalculated. May and he just found the need to speak alone. 


No wonder, now that I see everything. It is clear that May is, without a doubt, his confidant after all, and I have a feeling that those two are keeping something very important from the rest of us. May would not have spoke like that to me for no reason. She somehow became very sensitive to James and his happiness recently.


Ton walked over to me and started pulling my hand along as I did not resist him enough. James ruffled my hair as I stood up from the couch. What's with him? "Seriously now, stop acting like our dad, James. You are just two years older than us," Ton said. I wanted to ask what was wrong with him. But I didn't. "Aye, don't talk to me like that kids, I'll get hurt," James feigned being hurt and we went out.


"Do they know?" I asked referring to May and others about the said drive. "Yup, James just messaged his lovely wife!" Ton just received a kick on his butt from James.


"They are right inside here and you thought of texting her?" I questioned him as I continued, "I'll just go inform them," I say as I tried walking to their door when Ton stopped me. "Searching for reasons to talk to May," he commented. Fine, I thought, as I turned the other way, walking to the main door. Ton laughed. Let him. "She'll only make some mean remark that she knows it already, they know, okay?" That, I knew, nothing new. But even at this drained moment, the heart wants what it wants perhaps, as it is said. "Okay," I answered James as we went to Ton's car.


"Who drives?" he asked. "You do, Ton," James said and we started riding off in a bit. I was seated at the back, Ton not letting me have the passenger seat in which James sat.


After an hour of driving, talking, and taking our minds off things, we returned. James rang the bell but no one opened. He had locked it while going. After another try, he used the key card that was in his pocket, very fortunately. We were not really panicked, what could go wrong?


Drive