Red String

Red String

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Two strangers meet at the edge of their breaking points, unaware that an invisible thread has been tying their lives together all along. Each carries silent wounds, hidden behind quiet smiles and distant eyes. They don't recognize it at first, but every moment, every coincidence, every near miss was leading them here. Bound by the red string of fate, they begin to heal in ways they never expected. One teaches the other how to feel again; the other shows how to stay when everything feels like falling apart. They don't save each other loudly but in soft, unseen ways that matter the most. What started as strangers crossing paths slowly becomes something deeper something written long before they ever met. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ©All rights reserved.⚠️ This story is an original work written by me and published on Wattpad. Any form of copying, reposting, or translating this work without my permission is strictly prohibited and will be reported.
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"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

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