Fingertips And Strings

Prologue

"L is for the way you look at me"

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"Mommy what are those string on everybody's pinky? And why don't I have one?"

That's the first thing I can remember, my earliest memory and so far my saddest. At the age of five I already realised the most depressing fact about myself. My mother, of course, just brushed it off to the fact of a young child's imagination running wild; and although I never mentioned it again I saw it everyday. Crimson red strings connecting everyone I could see their fates my lack there of. 

By the age of fourteen I had deduced that if somebody was connected by there strings they were soulmates. Everyday I saw my mom and dad's string. I watched people meet their destinies and walk past them.

 So I researched day and night and finally figured out what they were. I could see the red strings of fate and I didn't have one.

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