Unraveling

Feeling Different From The Norm

You sighed as you let your head fall into your arms leaning on the table in front of you.
The sun shined warmly over you and felt like a heavy blanket, only further weighing your already heavy shoulders and heart.

You had been on a nice lunch with your work colleague, but now you sit here alone at the table.

You see, midway through your lunch, talking about various shenanigans shared at your place of work, your friend all of a sudden became all riled up and flustered because her red string moved very fast in another direction, meaning her soulmate probably just drove past them.
She had excused herself and raced off.

Leaving you with the bill.

You gazed down inspecting your hand. It's bare fingers absent of any magical string, your plain fingers mocking you and your sad lonely circumstances.

For the longest time (it's quite embarrassing actually) you had thought that this red string was just another of those metaphors the grown ups used or some sort of bible story that even atheists believed for poetic reasons, you never really questioned it as a kid. And whenever other kids would ask what your string was doing you'd try your best to participate in the poetic nature of translating your feelings into strange things for a string to do.

This later in life lead to a certain instance with the doctors.
Your mum had brought you in, concerned about how you had been describing the string doing so many strange things that weren't possible, like wrapping around your arm or fraying into multiple strands.
This was when it all clicked.

The strings were real

Soulmates were real

...

And you didn't have one

For so many years afterwards you were known as the lone freak, so weird that their soulmate didn't want to be born or offed themselves just to not have to spend eternity with you.

You stopped telling people about it, the rumours didn't spread past your small hometown and in this new place you were so insignificant in the hustle and bustle that when you did tell someone, all you'd get is a weird look before everyone just goes about their day.

So here you were,
Half a soul,
Occupying half a table,
With your friend's half finished food
And a whole bill

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Screams pierced Sun's audio input

A little girl wailed at the tippy top of her tiny lungs after a strong armed older kid had tossed her doll onto the balcony perch, the front doorstep to Sun and Moon's room.

"Hey hey! Superstar! D-don't worry! Please quiet down, it's alright I can get it for you!" He consoled, desperately trying to get the kid to stop screaming like an air raid siren lest his audio processors fry and he'll have to do the walk of shame down to the dreadful parts and services.

But alas, the girl kept screaming unbearably, all the other kids were holding hands over their ears at this point.

Sun scrambled to hook himself onto moon's string, it should have been no problem as he was simply a robot performing preprogrammed actions no different from any other time, it's almost impossible for him to make an error.

Almost being the key word there

"See look look! I'm heading up there now to go get it it's alright" his pleads fell on deaf ears. And soon they all may genuinely be deaf.

Atleast she'll be tired enough to sleep later

Sun reaches the balcony, grabbing the doll and beginning to lower down again.