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

"So you just want to remain like this? With some good for nothing name sake job? Don't you have your own ambition? Why do you want to limit yourself like this?


Tell me, what's the problem? Who is stopping you?" He then paused a little. Seeing as I did not respond, he continued, "Look, just listen to me."


What was so wrong with him? That all he ever thinks of me is that I won't be able to do anything myself? Why did he think that I will be satisfied with his so-called imaginary 'name-sake' job? I did not look at him. I no longer even felt that I wanted to tell him about the job I got. I could not be assured that he would not think of the job as something lame.


Wasn't all this time away enough? I just could not endure being separated from him anymore.


I then looked at him. He seemed very angry, like it was taking his all to just sit here beside me calmly. I sensed a grave feeling slowly nestle in my heart. After this break, he would be gone for another two months. If he decides not to speak to me over this issue, I really wouldn't know how to hold up.


"Find me anything in this very city and I won't say a thing."


"What's there here? Just think, Jessy! With your grades you can make it into the top university in this state and it is in the capital. If you join somewhere around here it is as good as nothing!"


When he heard that he stood up and walked up the stairs. He went into his room and closed the door behind. I did not know just what could make him understand. In two months, he will be back for good. I decided then that I will not consider to compromise over this issue anymore.


Mom and dad would return in at least two more hours. I kept thinking what I should do. I had two options. One, go and speak with him now. Or, two, get mom to support me which means I had to wait till they return. The second option seemed to be the best choice. But if dad decides to involve himself, then it would be too strained; because, dad also wanted me to join that university. If that happens, there is more chance that I will have to agree with James.


After considering the same thing for some more time, I got up and went up to my room. I fetched Berryfield's offer letter and walked to his room. I knocked it twice. There was no response and I was not going to have it that way. This time I will have it my way. I banged on the door a good six times with my tight fists. My hand pained, but I did not care. I would tear that door apart if I had to.


I could hear him rush to open the door. This was the first time I did that. Usually, there were few times when he decided to go with no words with me. Then, I would not force him to talk to me. Instead, I always waited. Most of the time, I was the one to agree with him in the end.


But because this time, it was different, I had to force him out to speak with me. He unlocked the door and looked at me with a horrified expression.


"What happened?" He asked almost out of breath, taking a quick glance at my hands. But he did not say anything.


"You did not open the door when I knocked before." I answered his question. Hn, he spoke first without realizing after all.


"You really had to bang the poor door that hard? I thought something happened!" He slowly started raising his voice.


"Take a look at this," I told him as I handed him the letter in my hands.


"What is this?" he asked as he proceeded to pull out the contents from the white envelop.


"You applied for a job?" He asked with a sad face. I knew he would feel hurt a little. But it will pass. Everything has to pass. This man just had all things go his way up until now. So, this might actually affect him more than I had initially thought.


"Berryfield? The one just about the corner?" He asked with a lower voice.


"Yeah. The work place is there as well. Just a little walk."


My Way