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

Finally, after sometime, he said, "People our age don't even get married yet here we are already having kids. . ."


"What?" Really, I wonder where this part of his mind ran off to in the bed. No, what he said is definitely not the truth.


He fidgeted before saying, "I mean, are you fine with all of this?" He asked unsurely.


"I am. You don't seem to be fine enough though, why are you trying to persuade me in the other direction?"


"I'm not," his low voice defended as he turned around to end the conversation.


That night, I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. That was when I first discovered his early morning routine.


In fact, I had once woken up the week before to find him going out of our room. I didn't give it much thought. He could have needed water perhaps, I thought.


But ever since I saw him put on a track suit and walk out, I have been seeing the same day after day.


I didn't realize I started crying again. Crying has become a habit recently. I decided that I should talk to mom and dad about him, getting anything from May was too time-consuming, and Sai just can't be very helpful in dealing with her. As much as I don't want our parents to worry, they are my best hope. When I had told them I was pregnant the morning the day after I had told James, they were ecstatic.


I then realized that he could be back any moment and lied down on the bed. I knew it wasn't time the right time to confront him. He would simply lie. I had asked him if anything was wrong a lot of times but he mentioned nothing.


The door clicked open and I continued to close my eyes.


After he came out o the bathroom, I went in and then we went downstairs. He proceeded to the living room where dad was and I went to help mom; she was starting to make breakfast.


"Good morning Jessy!" She greets. "Good morning mom," I greet back.


In an hour, we were arranging the breakfast on the table. The morning breakfast was nothing unusual. Afterwards, James was ready for his job quiet fast and left after a quick goodbye while I was just on the sofa lazily watching the news on the TV.


"Are you not going to get the shop, today?" Dad asked as he joined to watch the TV.


I had thought about how to tell them ever since I woke up. Though, I don't have a clear idea, I just wanted to tell them everything. "I have something important to tell you and mom," I said as I stood up to call mom.


The three of us sat on the sofa; I sat in between the two. Somehow, when mom put her arm around my shoulder pulled me in a hug and asked what was wrong, I suddenly cried. They were shocked. Perhaps this was the first time that I cried ever since this became my home.


I was born into an average family. My family had my mother, father, my younger sister and me. 


When I joined the preschool, my younger sister, Jenny was born. Life was very happy then. I had made a friend at that school within a week and his name was James, now my husband. He was quite amused when he saw my sister for the first time that she very much like me. We were indeed too similar, certain features like our short but pointed noses and a bit bigger than average mouths were easily identifiable. His home was nearer to the school and so he would wait a little longer every time my mother brought Jenny along to pick me up from school. Due to James's insistence on playing with little Jenny, our mothers got to know each other. There was even a time when he dragged me, Jenny and my mother to his house to show some new toys. He was soon my best friend.


Closed Eyes