The following story contains Blood, gore, LGBT contents, and mild swearing. Read at your own risk.
The Story is Based on,
The Red Thread of Fate, myth.
Except theres a twist, it's not the only string that excises.
Disclaimer: My English isn't that good, I apologise for any grammer or error mistakes, enjoy this trash :')
Every single human had strings tied to their fingers on their dominant hand. One red string tied to the pinkie, or in some cases, several. The red symbolized love, the cherry red string connecting with the one or one's you were destined to be with.
The deep purple string symbolized faimly, such as parents and siblings. Those with non-biological siblings and parents still applied to the basics of the fate of the strings.
The blue string, entangled with the purple, symbolized, Mother. The green string mixed with the purple symbolized, Father. The pink string mixed with the purple symbolized, Sibling. These strings tied to the fourth and second fingers.
Besides Love and Family strings, there are other relationships.
Grey for enemy, yellow for friend, and in some cases orange, for the person that would end your life. The grey string is tied to the middle finger, while the yellow is tied to your thumb, and the orange remains around the wrist.
Of course if everybody were able to see such strings, everything would be quite different, but that isn't the case. No one was able to see soulmate strings, for they were invisible and untouchable to everyone. The strings never break, unless one of the soulmates die.
This didn't apply to Dwight Fairfield apparently. The magnificent colorful strings dancing in the sky was extraordinary, that even rainbows couldn't even compare to such a sight.
At the age of ten, he told his parents about his unusual sight. He learned that day about the purple thread that had a comforting aura of warmth. Dwight's parents considered him lucky, he would always know who was friend or foe.
Although, every gift comes with a price.
At age of thirteen, Dwight was eager to find his soulmates, platonic or not. He search high and low, determined to find the ones at the end of the colorful eight strings tied to his fingers. The eight yellow, and more importantly, the one red string.
It sadly, didn't happen.
The only ones that he discovered were the many bullies picking on him. Dwight learned about the grey thread, which seemed to put weight on his finger when every insult and punch was thrown his way.
This seemed to make his social anxiety and fear of being alone worse.
At age of nineteen, Dwight fell into a state of depression.
He had seen countless people find their fated friends, their bright yellow strings wrapping around one another in a hug. He hadn't found a single one, out of the eight. At least he hadn't found the other nine orange ones, that would cause his demise...
If he couldn't find the ones he was destined to tolerate and talk to, how would he find the one that would stay by his side?
Dwight had soon given up on the whole concept of soulmates at the age of twenty-one. It seemed like his whole life had been a spiral down.
His dead end pizza delivery guy job, failing college, his parents disowning him and the many misfortunes thrown his way.
Not everything was free right?
It sure felt like it...
Guess it was no wonder that life just had to push Dwight to the bottom of his life, huh?
Because the next companies celebration party was truly gonna be his last...