Fate. A predetermined supernatural power. The will of the universe. Fate is order. It writes, and rewrites, gives and takes. It spins vibrant red strings that flow into the world and connect people who are destined to meet, to love, to share a story...
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Fate. That's what you call it when the world decides something for you. Everything is set in stone. Some things are meant to happen. The alignment of stars cannot be changed.
This is the reality I've come to accept.
I'm special. I have a...
A gift.
There's an Asian myth of love about the red strings of fate. Strings that bind soulmates together, strings that may stretch or tangle but never break. I can see them, these threads of love, tied to people's ankles, fingers, or arms, flowing into the world and connecting them to their many soulmates. People they'll come to love one way or another.
Threads that I cannot touch, only see, projections of red lighting up the paths between soulmates.
The power of the thread is absolute. Fate is absolute.
Or at least that's what I believed until I met Akito and Ren.
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