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

Desna made me go through random tests seeking the cause for my anaemia. It led to the knowledge of congenital weakness of muscles in my heart. It has been there, apparently all this time. It never gave a problem. I realised that was why Desna stressed on 'only trying' to do it. I know I am a deserving potato.


But now that I try to reason my health, I know why I never liked sports or the morning walks Jessie goes on for having good health. She gave up after forcing me many times. I would go, take a stroll as she would brisk walk. I became tired with the least of physical activities.


Now, with the anaemia I have, it seems that my heart can weaken further. Less blood cells and less blood pressure make the heart beat faster, erratic, arrhythmic.


I must have had IAHA for a couple of months now, and it has developed rapidly. With this sudden onset of autoimmunity, for which the cause has not been found yet, my blood and heart, both have become the most significant to take care of, if I don't want to die.


I could undergo a surgery for autoimmunity to reverse off, a splenectomy, there's 60% chances of complete cure. That's the severity. Sometime ten days ago, I was celebrating another successful splenectomy on someone else, the irony of life. But I can't because of my heart. On the other hand, that very anaemia is damaging my heart more. If I have to tell this to anyone, I better plainly say, 'I am sure to die.' I can drag my life span to a maximum of four years, though Desna would bluntly close the topic saying ten years. It was very wise of him to try fooling a doctor as good as him.


I closed my eyes. I am sure to die. I didn't ever think that four years was a short time. It was exactly in four years that I became a doctor after taking up the related study. I thought four years were long enough to accomplish anything, any dream.


But now, in a different face of life, I see how short my next four years can be. I want to live longer. Jessie stirred a little in her sleep breaking into my thoughts. She noticed me and placed her arm over mine.


"When did you come?" She mumbled as she faced me. Her eyes were failing her, she would fall asleep waiting and waiting, every day after the other.


"An hour and a half ago," I answer her after checking the time, "Good night."


"Did you eat?" Her eyes held a sad glint that was well visible in the black that was surrounding us as she looked up to catch my eyes.


"Yeah, now sleep." She went back to sleeping after telling me to do the same and to not get too tired. 


My heart heavies down again. I sleep holding her.


Reason