There was nothing quite extraordinary about anyone's life around me. Well besides mine. I always believed or thought that something was special about me until it was proven right one night. The red string of fate. Kept in my grandmother's box since lord knows how long and it managed to find a way to me each time. My grandmother got this red string of thread from her grandmother. Which was also carried out by previous generations and somehow managed to end up with me. Well I had no idea what I was supposed to do with it because the concept of fate never sat right with me. But somewhere I was forced to believe that when I'll meet that one person, I'll just know they'll be the one for me. And all the memories from the past life (apparently) would come back and it'll be just like a dream.
Being born without being able to sleep properly was a cherry on top. My grandmother would feed her delusions by telling me stories which would further keep me up. She'd tell me how the that weird red thread is a string of fate, bringing souls who are made for each other together so that they can fulfil the things they wouldn't in the precious lives. But how was my grandmother so sure that the person she ended up with was actually her past lover? Probably her delusions made everything seem possible. Well I guess they say when you know you know.
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Some Other Day
RomanceIn every universe possible one of them seemed to fall in love with the other always. No matter what. Until she falls for someone else this time. Can the promise be undone now?
