The world around us is a tapestry of sin, blood, and shattered glass. Nothing remains whole or unmarred; every fragment of our existence is tinged with pain and regret. Everything bleeds, everything falls apart, crumbling into jagged pieces of shattered dreams and broken hearts. All that remains is the crimson sin embedded in my soul. I drown in the red wine of guilt and blame, staining the very essence of my being. This is the hell of my own making, the hellish price I pay for love-a love that devours, that tears and bleeds, leaving me shattered and hollow.
You long for a glimpse of light, a fleeting moment of mercy in this dark nightmare. But the shadows cling to you, the red vines of sin entangling your soul and dragging you deeper into the abyss. You are a person of contradictions, of conflict, of sin, love, and darkness. You walk this path alone, torn between the love you cannot abandon and the wrath of the Lord burning within you. Your passion burns bright, your love tears you apart, and your sin is a burden you can never escape. It is a dance with the devil, a dance of death, fire, and blood. And you, a sinner, are trapped in this eternal embrace.
From the day you are born a simple red string is tied around your wrist. It leads to the person you are destined to be with, and all the people in this world look forward to the day they meet the person on the other end of their string. Well.. almost everyone.
Osamu thought he might be the only one who never wanted to find out who lies on the opposite end of his.
Nothing in particular happened to make him feel this way. There was no catalyst or event that made him hate the string or distrust its purpose and intention. Because there was no reason it wasn't exactly easy to figure out why he didn't want to..