Soul Mate Anthologies

Red String of Fate

One step forward.

How hard can it be?

The words ring in my head as I follow the string, you know the one- deep red, in the midst of the crowd.

Now you must be wondering what on earth am I doing following a red string on the dance floor, instead of, dancing.

Well...it is the red string. That is my priority.

I can feel the presence of the person at the other end and I had to get to them.

Right when I was about to find the end, a hand pulls me upright and I can feel my legs move as I swirl around and get dipped.

The music blared on as I was lead on by this...marvelous...person. Should I have been bothered by this? I think I should but I couldn't.

In fact, I loved every moment of it.

And so I danced with the lovely stranger all through the night.

Soon enough, the bright flashing disco lights were put off and the music lowered. It was closing time.

That was when I felt it again. The string. It pulled away and I couldn't let that happen.

But, I couldn't help but want to thank my dance partner for making me have a wonderful time.

I must have spent a lot of time struggling to make a decision for when I turned, I faced no one and the string was loose.
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This was the third week I've been here.

Been out here, hoping to find my incredible dance partner or the one tied to me. But alas, I haven't found either.

Guess I wasn't what either of them wanted.

With a sigh, I decided to leave through the door, when suddenly I'm pulled.

All of a sudden, I'm struck by deja vu when I am made to twirl and dip before dancing off with a faceless stranger.

"Is it you?" I ask like an eloquent genius.

I doubt the other could me. Hell, I could barely hear myself over the music.

"I hope you won't run away again."

The words slipped from my mouth but I didn't mind. Surely, no one could have heard me.

Soon enough, it was closing time.

This time, I decided to meet the dancing stranger face to face.

Though, the dancing champ decided to one up me and moved their hand up, over the heart.

I felt a slight tug but chose to ignore it, waiting to see what they were upto.

Wiggling their finger over their heart, they extended their other hand out to me.

That's when I noticed the string.

It's the end of mine.

With a huff of laughter, my casanova spoke, despite knowing the obvious answer written on my face.

"Care for another dance? Or are you still tied up?"