Fated To Love • GeminiFourth

20. The Red String (Gemini's pov)

Gemini stirred, his body heavy as his mind fought to resurface from the deep unconsciousness. His head pounded, sharp and relentless, as he slowly opened his eyes. Darkness surrounded him, a suffocating void that seemed to pull him in every direction. The only light in the entire space was a single spotlight, shining down on him like an interrogation, casting harsh shadows that followed his every movement.

He blinked, his vision adjusting as he tried to piece together what had happened. Where was he? How did he get here?

He stood up, wobbling slightly as his body tried to shake off the disorientation. The spotlight followed him, but the rest of the room remained in pitch blackness. The silence was deafening, save for the soft echo of his footsteps.

As he walked further into the void, he saw something—someone—out of the corner of his eye. His heart skipped a beat as he turned to face it. There, standing in the shadows, was a figure...himself. But not just any version of himself—it was the version of him from his past lifetimes.

The first figure was a younger, carefree version of himself from their school days. He stood with a backpack slung over his shoulder, wearing the familiar uniform he hadn’t seen in years. The sight of that boyish grin sent a wave of bittersweet nostalgia crashing over Gemini. That was the lifetime where it all began, where he and Fourth were just two students falling in love. But it ended so tragically when Fourth’s life was cut short by the plane crash.

Gemini stumbled back, his breath catching in his throat.

He turned again, only to be confronted by the second version of himself, now dressed in ancient, royal servant’s attire. The heavy robes dragged around his feet, and the burden of servitude reflected in his eyes. This was the lifetime where he served Fourth, who was a prince, a love bound by both affection and societal constraints. But in the end, Fourth had been forced to marry Prince Phuwin, and he died during childbirth, leaving Gemini alone once again.

Tears welled in his eyes as he gazed at this version of himself. The pain, the helplessness, it was all too familiar.

Finally, his current self came into view—the CEO, the powerful man who had done everything in his power to protect Fourth in this lifetime. But even here, in this life, he had failed, forcing him to sacrifice everything for the man he loved.

“Why?” Gemini whispered, his voice shaky as he stood amidst the three versions of himself. “Why do I always lose him?”

The versions of his past lives said nothing. They simply stared back at him, silent reminders of the fate that had plagued them all along. A deep, gnawing sense of dread began to creep into his mind as the memories resurfaced, each one more painful than the last.

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Gemini stood frozen in the blackened room, the spotlight still following him as he took tentative steps. The scene before him was haunting—versions of himself from the past.

He saw his younger self from the first lifetime, standing with Fourth by his side in school uniforms, faces bright with love and hope. Then the image flickered and shifted.

The second version of him appeared, wearing the simple robes of a palace servant, looking longingly at Fourth, who sat draped in royal silks, oblivious to the life that had once bound them together.

Finally, he saw himself from this lifetime—the CEO, staring down at Fourth with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Suddenly, the room filled with a soft hum, and from the darkness, a woman emerged. She wore a long, flowing gown, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The air around her shimmered with a strange energy. Gemini’s heart pounded in his chest as she slowly approached.