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

"Say, who do you like the most in this world?" He asked me.


"Yeah, thanks, or the school would still be a clueless jungle to me." Saying so, I laugh. Not a hearty one, but just a loud one. It was his last day of high school.


He simply said. I told him that it was funny when he confessed to me not more than a month ago. It felt like a bad joke. But somehow, something inside my heart asks me to believe it, which I can't do until I'm entirely sure.


He was my classmate before two year. Then, he decided to skip a whole year. He is intelligent. Now, he has been my senior for two years. The will graduate this year. I would have to survive another year in Eaven High, this time without him to help me study.


I was two days late joining here and he was on time. And both of us being new in this school made him approach me and me, him. He showed me around even if he was new himself. He has already made friends with two seniors, who were two grades above us, soon and that's how he knew enough of this school. At least, enough to help me out. Hence, I became a part that clique, with no regards of seniority.


During the second year at Eaven High, we have gotten close, Sai and I, that is. Though our group of friends was actually six, three boys and three girls, I am not equally attached to all. I can move very closely with my now senior and the other two seniors who were initially friends with him. The others are awesome to be around as well. One of them, a girl, Fern, is junior to me by one grade. The other boy, Ton is in my class but somehow, he is always with his guy friends.


I developed a crush on Sai. I asked him if he could hang-out with me like a couple for an event five months back; we have been good friends for three years. I had not officially asked him to be my boyfriend. I only suggested, just because. But, he became furious and well, he slapped me. That was the biggest shock for me, not getting rejected but it's because I never thought my cheek would be a target to him. For him too. I could see it in his eyes right after. He was so scared and his eyes were opened wider than I had ever seen as his eyelids quivered with uncertainty. Moments later when everything sunk in, he struggled to speak looking everywhere else. I then nodded giving a small 'ok' making things easier for the both of us. Then I turned around and left with no courage to turn back.


After that, things were a bit strained but, nonetheless, we are always friends. We were fine after a week of total silence. None of us raised the topic ever after and we became more close as friends realizing that we would be together only for the next half year. Last month he came to my house and we went to the terrace like he wanted. That was where he told me he likes me. No, he told me that he was in love with me.


Intro: Starting as Friends