The Red String Of Fate

Chapter 3

Solitude (noun)

A state of seclusion or isolation

                            Epiphany                    Sonder

I sat at the airport's Dunkin Donuts cafe unwillingly as I waited for my rather horrifying grandmother. That woman was scary. Absolutely terrifying.

I shuddered as I recalled the last time we met. The way her eyes went back and forth at me and my hand. The way she smiled at me creepily with her cracked lips and missing teeth.

It was also sort of weird because it was almost like she could see the red string of fate attached to my pinky. No one else could see your red string of fate unless their your soulmate or your murderer.

Well, I mean she's not that bad. She's just, well, a bit weird. And creepy. Alot of creepy.

I stared at the passers-by. A man with a bushy beard embraced his wife and children tearfully, a 21 years old looking man embraced and is now making out with his girlfriend. I looked away in disgust.

The other reason why I don't want to be in here is because I get this fluttering feeling in my stomach and my heart keeps beating so fast.

I watched the man and woman being shooed away by security guards, accusing them of P.D.A. I snorted and turned to eat my chocolate donut. Somehow for some reason the food always taste better in the airport.

I smiled as I chewed the donut. Donuts are the best. Donuts are life. My terror was memontarily forgotten.

"Are you okay there kiddo?" my father asked me, kindly. My brother, on the other hand, was playing with a game at my dad's phone.

My brother is okay with anything as long as it has video games. I looked at him and at my father's concerned face. I feel sick, "oh nothing, why do you think so?" I lied.

"You're kind of sweating. Alot," he said. I sat up straight, "I am?" I said, panic-stricken, "can I go to the bathroom?" I asked him, feeling self-conscious. He looked at me, uncertain, "uh.. sure.'"

I took off, running for the bathroom like it's the last time I'll ever use one. I was sweating so hard? This is embarrassing. I opened the door loudly and looked at myself in the mirror. I must have opened the door a bit too loudly because a girl screamed in one of the toilet stalls.

I ignored her and stared at my sweaty face. I took alot of tissue and wiped it off. Geeze, I was sweating so bad. So that's why most people looked at me weirdly.

I buried my face at my hands. I'm a fool. I continued wiping all of the sweat from my face and then left. As soon as I went out side I bumped into a stranger. He was a brunette with pale skin and black eyes.

I felt my cheeks color. The fluttering feeling in my stomach intensified, it was like a jungle in my stomach. I was sweating again. What in the world is happening to me?

I looked away and mumble a quick, "sorry."

I stared at his hand and was taken off course. Why?

I could see his red string of fate.

I looked at him, scared and he smiled because he knew why. He saw it too.

I ran and ran without thinking. Did I just met the man that would soon kill me in the near future? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

I avoided people along the way, desperately trying to put some distance between me and the handsome stranger. Handsome? When did I think that he was attractive! My heart was beating faster.

I ran until I saw my father's table. He was greeting an old lady, kissing her by the cheek. My brother who stood up was about to kiss my grandmother's cheek too before she turned to me.

"Ahh," she said in a hoarse voice, "it was about time you met you're other half," she looked at me knowingly.

My eyes must be wide like hell now because I had no idea she knew. "Met you're other half?" my father looked at me, confused. I was on fire now, "It's nothing," I sputtered.

I went over to my grandmother and gave her a quick kiss, "so," her eyes twinkled mischievously, "what did he look like?" I looked at her nervously and played innocent, "what are you talking about?" I asked her, avoiding her gaze.

She opened her mouth to retort before my brother interrupted her, "daaaad, the phone!" he whined.

My father sighed and fumbled in his pockets and took out his phone, "here," my bother smiled in glee and the topic was completely forgotten.

"Mycah, you shouldn't play those fancy washy fonies, their bad for you!" my grandmother scolded him.

"Let's go home shall we?" my father asked, "yeah, sure dad," I smiled at him in relief.

As we went to leave, I could see a pale brunet with black eyes staring at me out of the corner of my eye. 

                                                   ~∆~

Should I tell Alice? I should, should I? After all she is your bestfriend. I groaned and flopped on my bed. What should I tell her?

Hey Alice, I just met my future soulmate or murderer near the toilet. I kind of bumped into him. What was I doing at the toilet? I was wiping the sweat off me. Why was I sweating? I have no idea. Did I get his number? No, I was too busy running for my life.

See, that isn't the exact way to start a civilized conversation. Better yet, end one. I took my phone. Fuck it, I'll just call her. I tapped at her contact number and she almost immediately answered it.

"Epiphany! I was soooo bored. Good thing you called, I was feeling kind of lonely too. Well, I mean I do have friends but their no fun. Martha's​ with her dad fishing, Helga's with her boyfriend, probably having sex, and--"

I cut her short.

"Look I just met a murderer," oops, those weren't the words I was going to say. I headed a loud crash, "what?!" Alice screamed.

"You met a what now?" I panicked, "no I meant I found my other half," those also weren't the words I was going to say, "what? I'm confused," she said.

"Well, you see I kind of met the other person at the end of the string," I covered my phone with a pillow to avoid hearing the squeal, "you did?" she gushed through the pillow covering my phone.

I threw them off, away from my phone, "yes I did," the fluttering feeling came back to me, "tell me, what does he look like? Where did you meet him? How did you meet him?" I felt sick again.

"I met him near the toilet, I sort of bumped into him--" she interrupted me, "like those anime romances? Where the main character bumps into love interest and the main character lands on the ground and the love interest offers his ha-," I cut her short again.

"No, I didn't fell off and neither did he, look we just bumped into each other and--," I trailed away, remembering how I felt when I met him. Remembering what! This isn't some anime something! He could be killer for all you know! I was brought back into reality.

"I just said sorry, looked at his hand and I saw the red string of fate," I could hear her heavily breathing through the speaker, "then?" she urged me on, "I ran."

We were both silent, for a split second at least, "what!!!" she screamed and this time I wasn't prepared for it, "why?" I rubbed my ear in pain,"because I panicked," I said.

I heard her sigh, "you really are a hopeless case," she said, disappointed.

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                                            "Shut up."