The red string of fate, they said if you're connected with it to another person, you’re destined for each other. It’s a symbolism of fate. To be with the only one and to be with that someone.

‘Two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.' 

That’s what the folklore said. It’s a myth.

But for some unknown reason it’s happening to me.

But, what would you do if you're connected not with one string but two? Was it even possible? Or fate was playing with you? Sounds bullshit right?

But look at my life now, as I stared the end of the string connected to a muscly finger, and the other end connected to a slimy finger.

How I wish I could cut the strings and the growing emotions I couldn’t suppress. This side effects of the string were making me miserable.

And how I wished they could see it too, so I wouldn’t be the only one carrying all this fate thing.

‘Sucks to be me.’