Suspended Within

By SMYGO4EVA

The red string kept them from falling.

What they call the red string of fate, that is.

It kept the two boys intertwined, whether they liked it or not. It was something called destiny, or inevitability as the witch had always said. That is what inevitable that the two would cross paths, marked by what would be flakes of gold and crimson life force leading the way.

They would refuse to be connected in such a way, but the tightrope called their fate wouldn't let them get away without making it to the other side, the end of the road that they traveled.

A thousand fragrances and wishes were to be perfumed and to be granted, a strange song as their guide on the precipice of the real world and the other worlds out there.

The new keeper of wises and desires would be an abomination to humanity, while the gatekeeper of his twin eyed fate would stay beside him, and keep the red string tightly wound between them, as without the other, they would be suspended by their own cruel fortune, falling stagnantly in their own hearts.

The red string between them was what kept them from falling, falling into the darkness of their own desires, their cruel fates, and their destinies. It kept them from falling.

As said before and once more, the red string of fate keeps them from falling.