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

"May, I need to talk to you," I say keeping in the courage seeping through my veins, a result of myself pep talk. I took a quick glance at Jessy. She did not seem to mind somehow. Then, I took a look at James who was already looking at me. He winked left eye, right eye, then both the eyes together. He was thinking I was going to finally confess. Nah bro, I am going to investigating on you first, I thought to myself.


"Alright," she said. The three of us walked out after saying our byes to the rest, except May. She was to return to drink. 


As we descended the floors, I asked Ton to wait in his car. May and I proceeded towards the same inbuilt park from earlier.


It's time, I told myself as an encouragement. I looked at her. Her eyes held a happy glimmer. Her face had a slight hint of mockery, at me perhaps. I slowly chose my words.


"How is James? I know there's something you are keeping from the rest of us." I stated holding my heart in place. Does this take us even farther apart, I ask myself. I gulped as I took a very slow but deep breath so that she could not hear me or my nervousness.


"I cannot tell you anything. That doesn't mean you try other ways or ask James in the end." 


"You better get your butt out of this. Do not discuss anything in this regard with anyone. It is already bad enough that you got the doubt, smarty." I pursed my lips and looked into her eyes. They were so amused a while ago, now they are cold and filled with dissatisfaction.


"If that's it, Ton's waiting," she reminded. Is this it? No. The important part is yet to come. Here we go, Sai.


"I learned that-" I paused to look into her eyes. There was that amusement again. I breathed in and out as she waited patiently.


"That you . . . you know, that you are aware of-" It was difficult. Damn difficult to talk about this after everything. I had to be more confident. Last time I confessed, she took it as a joke. I am to be blamed. Who would believe you when you profuse your love to the girl you slapped because she admitted her attraction towards you? Even I would not.


"Good night, Sai. Don't think too much about everything. Life has its own way to make things right."


I was taking too much time I think, for she decided to walk out on me. "Wait," I called out as she turned around and took two steps. 


"My drink's waiting. My spare ice cream must be melting. They're a good combination together and I'm here, waiting." She told me with a small smile as she stood five or six feet away now.


"I know you know about my feelings. I do love you, no joke." I said louder than intended maybe because of the anxiety that's building within. Mixing the ice-cream with alcohol should become a part of my determination to make this girl accept me.


"I know. Good night." She said as the smile was kept in place on her pretty face and then, she turned around marking this conversation complete and walked back in. I didn't stop her. I did not ask her more. I didn't do anything. I did nothing as I stood where I was. My breath was knocked out of my lungs and I felt constricted of the truth I just learned. She knows. It should come as a surprise because I already had an idea. But somehow, the straights words that I caught in her voice surprised me.


I was made to move by the call I received on my phone. It was Ton. He should have been irritated waiting for me. I soon cut the call and made my way to the parking lot where he had parked it in the evening.


He did not ask me how it had gone with May. Fern was on his mind, I knew and he was unusually calm. He did not know Jessy or I had heard the girl's confession. I decided not to bother him about her at the moment. For a certain reason, I was content. From now on, it was no more a joke for her. She was serious enough for me to feel accomplished and I took in some deep breaths with that sense for the little success.


No more a joke