You Can't Cut Your Own String
Everyone's born with a red string attached to their pinky, for only them and their soulmate to see. The one thing holding them together in hopes they'll find each other. Travel across the world to find their one true love or (if something goes terribly wrong) their best friend.
But of course, there's always a few breaking the rules. Those born without a red string. Can't see theirs but can see others if they're focused enough on seeing them. They're called "String cutters" said to have cut their own string, but you can't. It'll grow back and reattach itself to the other end, forever entwining the two in an endless fate.
People born without strings is rare, lead to believe that they don't have a soulmate. That they didn't build the stars for them out of glue and fairy dust, or that they were forgotten and not wanted. Their tool shed isn't filled with clouds or love letters, the sky isn't an experiment that filled the atmosphere with beautiful blue paint.
But that's not always the case. Once a string cutter meets their soulmate. A string grows. Like a plant. A bow wrapping around their index finger until it can reach out and grab the other hand. Although this has only happened in fairytales. The first person to call out that this is what happens was executed for madness. Of course that was the eighteenth century.
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But It'll Go Away
I moved house. Moving here was such a nuisance. The long car drive bored me. Packing and stacking the big brown cardboard boxes was the worst part. I had to get rid of most of my items though anyways, so I didn't have to pack much.
I didn't like this town much. The quiet streets and beautiful scenery was a change. Maybe a nice change. What shops where down here? I'm too lazy to cook so I want a café. If there isn't one I'll be forced to cook. What a waste of time to cook food that's only going to turn out burnt then not eat it at all.
Scrolling. Through Twitter, Facebook, Google Maps trying to fine a Café near me. There wasn't one. The closest was a twenty minute drive. Why did I agree to move here.
"There's a Coffee shop!"
Ah. That's right. I was getting kicked out of my rental because the owners wanted to move back. So I was blackmailed into moving closer to my best friend.
"I know some people who work there."
None of my friends worked at Coffee shops. I knew one, but they said they knew some other people that'll be great to meet. I don't think so. I just wanted food and a nice Coffee.
"we come on! They do food as well."
Ugh. Fine.
I go to the coffee shop with my friends company. What's the waiters name again? Do they even work as a waiter? Wait no- they're a cashier, the other two are waiters. Yes, that's right.
"This is my friend, you'll get along just fine once you get to know them."
A waiter stood at our table. They're stunning. Beautiful, unlike anything I've ever seen.
