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

My phone rang again in my hand. Good thing, there was no one close to me to get disturbed and I sat at the far corner away from the librarian. I soon cut the call. It was from Kai. I glanced in front to catch the old woman glare at me. She thinks I am spoiled for always coming to the library instead of the classroom.


I silenced my phone to be safe, in case Kai decides not to give up. Then, a notification popped on the screen. A WhatsApp message from my brother said 'Come home when you will, I am waiting.'


He seems irritated. Duh, bro . . . I scroll through all the contacts that I texted to and somewhere near the end, I found May's. It's been a while. I opened the chat to notice that the last message was dated back to a time one and a half years ago. She informed me that she was going on a ten day tour with her family to which I replied a simple ok.


I tapped on the icon and it enlarged revealing a serious face with a stoic expression showing off that she was strong enough to deal with life. May seemed to glare at the lens while taking that photo. Then as I scrolled back up and somewhere in the middle was the chat group the six of us have. The icon revealed an old photo of us back from school days. The chat was mostly filled with the girls talking of ice creams or Ton telling us how friendly his friends from the other country were during the time he has been away. James would forward all those health conscious messages and news; indeed our perfect doctor. I would only reply to Ton if the others were busy and too late. I chat only when it's absolutely necessary. Most of the talk is delivered through the calls.


I went back to May's chat and sent her a text. Time heals everything. I should not continue to hide from her due to my own reservations. She knows all. My next step would only be after hers. I didn't brood more over it and bravely decided to send a text to her, fulfilling a request of Jessy and my own conscience. I didn't want to harbour any kind of fright towards May anymore. I really wanted that one female friend of mine back because something is happy than nothing.


It was a straight forward text, one that was casual and needy, just like one to a very close friend not bothering of the time or place or situation she would be in. 'Hi. What's going on with James?'


That was what Jessy asked me. For the first time, she asked for a favour from me. James was hiding something from us. And from the tone she used it was pretty much evident that whatever it was, it would turn out to be bigger than we can imagine. She pleaded me, literally. For a person like her to fell so desperate and hopeless, I can only wish for everything to be alright.


James and Jessy is one unbreakable couple. Their bond has always been strong; something, I admire them for. Now that something transpired between them to the point of losing faith in the other, staying optimistic has become rather hard. Fate sure is unpredictable.


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