Entangled, Mangled, and Severed Thread.

⤹⋆⸙͎۪۫｡'☽ Prologue: "Myths." [3rd person.]

Once in a class, not that he himself wouldn't say he was never fond in, with perked ears straining to hear every last drop of a voice so soft above whisper. Yet so grand to take the stand and step up to a greater height within every dire moment of the day. Though Mr. Dragon's words on sunk into his mind like that of a fever, that ball of cotton that rolled around in somebody's head. Drowning out everything else that seemed to needed and important till the moment when their mind no longer remained a fuzzy blur of that of a memory.

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"The deity in charge of this myth was Yue Lao, who was the lunar, matchmaker god. He believed that people were destined to marry their soul mates through a small red thread that was attached to our ankles, Thumbs, or pinkies, at birth, and brushes against the significant person we are meant to connect to for life."

"The 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."

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Of course, all of that was over now, that was many days ago. It only lingered in his empty mind longer than it should, for an unveiled reason. Or perhaps he was just too lonely to accept the fact that Old myths were a coming mechanism for his poor and hurt the soul.

Today, It was only just about halfway through the school year, it never seemed to end for students, though. Wept with boredom and soaked from head to toe in lecture after lecture. As it had always been, of course. Although, things seemed a little more chaotic than usual. For Sun Wukong, the year was quite the breeze. As if, he had found the jackpot and rode a river on an inflatable tube that wove past overs whilst they swam in the frigid waters. Wetting their clothes with the currant of school work and the flow of emotional baggage. Soaking into their skin and their lives to make it just ever so slightly more miserable.

For Sun Wukong, the morning was easy, H already knew how to drive and had a steady way of income at a small local library. How did he become a librarian of all things? Who the fuck knows. Other than that, this humble morning, as cold as it was. Sun Wukong hobbled out of his apartment with a few bags in hand. Grabbing hastily onto the hallway railing before sliding himself ever so, well not so gracefully down the stairs that ended in him cutting his hand open on a sharp piece of metal. Only to watch the bags he carried tumble down the stairs like loose dogs in a park.
Like the Idiot Sun Wukong was, he gathered his things and finally walked out of the building without much more problems. Sun Wukong walked him through the parking lot in his overly noticeable hoodie, Who the hell wears bright orange outside in the earliest of mornings with a random TV show's logo on the back of it? Apparently, he did.

He rummaged through one of his bags, hoisting the others up in a hobbled mess, and he held things together like a drugged mother. Finally, slipping his keys into his car's handles and twisting them till, they clicked with the car. Sun Wukong opened the door without any hesitation and threw his things in an organized mess at the passenger seat.

With that, Sun Wukong finally let out a satisfied groan and shuffled into the car, sitting down and bucking himself in. He let his hands meet the wheel before letting his fingers, as 'gentle' as he was. Twist around the confines of the wheel. Gripping onto it before starting his car and pulling out of his parking spot. He himself never really cared about when he left, as long as he got to school on time. Today, of course, like many days, Sun Wukong woke up earlier and left a tad bit earlier than he normally would have to pick up one of his friends from their house.