The story of the Red String of Fate tells plenty. It has been told by ear, by book, and by tradition, the story never fades, for if there's one thing that doesn't change over time, it's love.
Throughout Japan and China, there have been multiple stories regarding the Red Strings of Fate or Red Strings of Love, or simply Red Strings, as I've grown to call them.
The Japanese say that throughout the blood vessels in your body, there is one that extends towards the pinky, it solidifies into energy that flows out of your body, to find its other half.
The pinky has been held as high regard in Japan for more than centuries, it signified honor and promise, that's where pinky promises came from. But for the Chinese, the Red String of Fate was tied to the ankles, signifying marriage.
I've opened and read every website, book, and folklore, that's out there and they all say the same thing.
It is naught but Love.
I understand love as it is. The folklores just never mentioned anything about why I could see them.
And it was tied to the ankle, if you were wondering.
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As much as I'd love for you to read this, I'm a very inconsistent writer so to spare you the heartbreak and frustration, I'll warn you that there's no guarantee that I'll continuously update.
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When I was born, I wasn't born with this "Red String" everyone apparently had. It seemed to connect people, to have people's hearts never broken. Well, I'm unlucky enough to not have a string. Sometimes, it does seem as though I am very lucky to not a string, for it does cause drama. Although... Feeling left out isn't my cup of tea, and hearing all these stories people tell me aren't the best either. This all changed when I hit my second year of high school, and the new kid on the block seemed to have the same problem as I.