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

When we arrived at my hostel and it was already 11:45 PM when I entered my room. It was a long drive, especially with Ton driving at an extremely slow speed. He was taking Fern seriously. I smiled; it's nice to have a relationship with someone you knew for a long time. If he'd ever come to me for guidance, I will say that he should give her a chance. Ai was hugging Ao as they slept off. We never stay up past 10:30 irrespective of the other students on our floor. These nerds need to be wide awake for the classes or they'd feel hopeless.


A little later, I joined them. I was happy with all that has happened today. May knows and believes me this time. That was one big step in the right direction for me. Moreover, things were not strained for me anymore with Jessy and James at the end of the day. Also, Fern's confession was a mood lifter. With a reminder to call Kai the next day, I felt my eyes grow heavy as I went into a quiet slumber.


It has been a month since our meeting. I had talked to my brother and told him about my confession and how I didn't get an answer. He told me to be happy for now that at least it was not as bad as it has been in the past. Of course, I am totally satisfied. What's to rush anyway? May just doesn't look forward to having any relationship in the first place and i have a better chance at it than any other guy for one reason--- I know her and I am her best friend. Ai and Ao learned everything from me and now they stopped pushing me to get the courage to tell May what's needed once in a while. As for this shy girl who has interest in me, she is approaching me more but on the brighter note, my two guys are on my side ever since I told them that May only needs more time.


One aspect that kept me curious all through is whether or not Ton and Fern are together. He is staying in the same city as I am since the reunion. Last but not the least, I became apprehensive about James. Right now, I am at the library having to deal to listen to the lecture on something I have good grip on. The rest of my trio however, can't skip classes. I read another book, something that interested me out of nowhere. It wasn't a course topic. After reading another two such intriguing arts of science, I decided to take a break. I took my phone out. I should call by brother and let him know I'd be home for a week. My attendance is drowning no doubt but I am not in the red region yet. How good would it be if we got attendance compensation for our good grades? I sigh out as I scroll down for his contact.


"I thought you forgot me," was the first thing he said. When was the last time he called?


"You called four days ago, brother. . ."


"That's the whole point. I called. You see, I called. You don't." He's not in a proper condition. My brother is nowhere near childish.


"Went on a training trip," he sulked. Though I am not always around them, I saw how their love budded and bloomed more clearly with my frequent visits. I'm happy for them.


"Kai, you're not as cool and matured. I hope she gets home early. Bye," I breather in on go and cut the call. I don't talk whatever comes out with him. Not until now. But can't a little brother use an opportunity to tease his serious elder one? This is the first time so I had to cut the call soon to save myself from his possibly not so good reaction.


Childish