Red Sting Of Fate

I screamed as I felt overwhelming pain flow through my body. I look to the source of this pain and what befalls me was something I never once expected. I see that the red string tied around my right pinky is cut. The string that I admired every night, the string that held my dreams,the string that brought me joy on my worst days. The string that would lead me to my soulmate. The person I’m meant to be with.  

It’s rare to have your string cut. Even when a soulmate dies. In that situation, the other can feel their disappearance and the string pulls them towards the dead other. But if one of the two soulmates so pleases, the string can be cut. They have to find fates scissors and cut the string.

It burns. It stabs. It hurts. The half of my soul has left me. They left me on purpose. I fall to the floor as the tears escape in huge buckets. Tears of pain. Tears of hurt. Tears of sadness. I feel not only my pain and sorrow but the pain and sorrow of my other. They won’t be able to feel it because they cut it. On purpose. 

I can see the other end of the red string approaching as that side starts to slowly fade until it’s gone completely. I watch helplessly, painfully, as the string disappears from my pinky, and with that, I hear a quiet voice. 

I’m sorry, my love. Sorry, I cut the string. I can’t be someone’s soulmate. I’m broken and beaten and bruised. I’m not meant to have one. I don’t deserve one. I cut the string because I don’t want you to see me. I’m a horrible person from a horrible origin and I don’t want to bring someone like whoever you may be into it. It wouldn’t be right. You probably have your own hopes and dreams and a future worth living. I don’t want to take that away from you.  I understand what cutting the string does and I… I’m so sorry you had to be my soulmate. Maybe you can find someone better…

“I don’t want anyone else!” I scream and take a deep inhale. “I want you! You are perfect! I miss you! Please! Don’t leave me!”

Once you meet your destined soulmate on the other end of your string, memories of your past life of when you were one whole soul come back. You remember who they were and that’s how the love sparks. My soulmate can’t see the memories but I can. They cut the string so I could hold the memories and love. 

“I remember you!” I sobbed louder thinking that maybe they’ll hear my cries and come back. I prepare for another burst of tears but it never comes. Instead, I feel it.

“No…”

I know what the string does once it’s cut.

I felt the knife burn like fire in my chest.

One won’t mind, 

It’s carving out my source of love.

the other shall die.

I don’t wanna go.

I  told you.

Please…

Where there once was a bright red string now lies my shattered bloody heart carved straight from my chest in exchange for their cutting of our bond. 

I’m a horrible person.

Once cut, the soulmate who did not commit the act dies and can never return, while the other remains broken holding the cut Red String Of Fate as a reminder of their murder.