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

"You're back!" Fern announced from behind as she entered the suit after us, a bag of chocolates hanging with her.


She looked at the door to the girls' room. "They were about to fall asleep, so I went for some," she ended her sentence with a sign to the chocolate she must have bought just then.


"Of course! May must have binged on a new anime the whole last night and Jessy was awake because of you!" He just discovered, referring to James. "Shut up, Ton," James retorted, his voice soft. I took a look at James. He does not call us by names unless it is to comfort us in some dire situation or to warn us. This time, it was a warning. He cares about privacy but not to this extent, not with us. We are the best friends he has. He is like me; a small countable number of good friends, with us being more close.


Then, Ton and I exchanged glances; clearly, it was something he did not expect either. In fact, we used to always hear other senior boys say things at school since Jessy and James were dating and sharing the same roof. The only reaction from James would be a careless smile or a smirk or a very unholy remark like, 'Yeah, she was amazing last night,' or something along the lines of 'Sad to know your girl makes you crave unlike mine.' Of course, he never said those things to Ton, he would simply smile or in some extreme cases of giddiness, even nod with a grin, I never had the gut to make a joke of that sort openly. After a few moments, he looked at the three of us, seemingly realizing his words as he went off the living area.


"Sai," Ton called out. "Something's off," he said. I said nothing. Indeed, I have been sensing it all this day.


"Um, you want chocolate?" Fern interrupted. Did we forget she was here just now? Then, I realized that Ton actually made the remark with a girl here; was it not supposed to be heard by her. He was careful to not say whatever he wants to in Jessy's presence, but would not Fern's presence be the same and equally no good?


"Yeah," he said, he did not realize something which I did probably or I was the only one that felt conscious of a girl amidst us with the knowledge of Ton's remark. I said I didn't want any while he sat there eating chocolate. I walked to the girls' door and knocked. They did not seem to have any disturbance. Then, I took my phone out and called May. It has been months since I used my phone for this purpose. After a good amount of time, she lifted the call. Her ringer volume was loud enough for me to hear through the door.


"Sai?" She groaned. "It's almost seven," I said.


"We're back, should we order the food to here itself?" Then I realised that it was too early to eat. It was not even seven; it was only 6:40 pm. 'Almost seven' would be ridiculous if May got a proper look at the time.


"Why so early? And why are you calling me? Isn't James around?"


"He is," I said and waited for her response, which was the end of the call after two seconds.


Ton was munching a chocolate. I thought Fern got them for the girls but she did not try to give them. Didn't she say May and Jessy were about to sleep off? And, now they seem to be in a very nice sleep already. "For who are those?" I asked about the chocolates as I sat with them.


"They're already asleep," she said, looking very satisfied to feed all the chocolate to Ton. Sure, we could let them sleep in for a good two hours more.


Chocolate