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

"Dad. . . Are you serious? How did it become that I forced her?" James looked like he was betrayed. I laughed softly.


Mom interrupted, "Teach your son a thing or two, I have something to speak to my daughter." She then brought me into their room.


"Here, It slipped from a book while I was organizing them," she told me as she handed the letter to me. She asked a little later, "So did you give my son the kiss he asked?"


"You are our daughter but not his sister, dear. Please don't think of the adoption like a curse," she said taking my hands. If there is magic and if fantasies really came true in this world, then I knew mine would be a great fairy-tale. After I calmed down my overwhelming feelings, I opened my mouth to speak, "I won't mom; thank you for everything. But, you know, even if this was not how things would be, I would still feel very blessed to have you."


"I have an amazing daughter, don't I? If your family could come to know of this, they would feel so proud for having a girl like you." She said, perhaps feeling a sorry for the tragedy I faced. "They would be thankful to all of you too." I smiled. Gone were the days where memories of my family saddened me. But, I missed them dearly, and they had become my drive to not lose the family I had.


She took me into her arms and I had slept beside mom and dad that night.


Months later, we were already in high school. Right from entering Eaven High, James and I were seen always beside the other. Few more months later, when all ice broke between the students, we were asked, "What exactly are you two?" Till then, though most of our friends found out that we come from the same house and also that we were not brother and sister, they just let it be. After all, high school was new to everyone to care.


But when the actual question popped out, we told them that we were loved each other and for personal reasons, I was staying with James. No one knows that I was adopted or that I have no family apart from James's and it continued that way.


That was the smoothly sailing phase for me. And it continued like that till today. Ever since my blood family died, this is when I cried again. I sat there feeling helpless. I could hear mom and dad calling my name softly.


After a long time, I could control myself, but the calm sobs did not subside that much. All my life, if I had a goal, it was him. All I did was to see him happy and proud. Funny though, he made me all that but I doubt if I ever made him feel that way about me. Without a doubt, he was happy to be with me, he loves me no less than I love him.


He has always been a top student. He was very good at maths and sciences. He is now one of the best surgeons around. If he had taken up maths as his major though, I have no doubt he'd be one the top researchers. I, on the other hand, was not good with them. I was not a dumb kid. I was a clever one too, just not intelligent. I studied management. Then, with just the qualifications needed, considering the best options, I became a manager to a group of ice-cream shops of Berryfield. Because of the company's brand value you could guess that even a junior manager is indeed very well paid. It is not a hard job; once in a while, I have to bother with some accounts and maths which is well in my scope.


When, I applied for the post, James and I almost had a huge fight. He had high aspirations for me like he had for himself. He wanted me to get into more economical side of the business management and wanted me to study more. He was still studying at that time. The two years prior to that, the both of us were busy with our courses; he was naturally busier than I. But that was not all. He had the choice to pick the best university in the country and that was just what he did. Four years away from home. Four years away from me.


Happy and Proud