James pulled the car over.
"Wait a minute" I said, trying to wrap my head around what he ment, "you don't have a thread either"
He nodded, "I thought I was the only one" he said quietly, "I spent years playing along with everyone else. But if you don't have one either then that must mean there can be more. Right?"
I'd never thought of there being someone like me. Someone without a thread. But there he was.
I nodded.
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No Strings Attached
Teen FictionEveryone is born with a red thread that connects them to their true love. Only you and your true love can see your threads. Nothing can cut the thread, and nothing is more powerful than someone's desire to follow their's. Tessa Clain has always been...
