This is the story of two lovers.
To the world, they were ordinary —
just another boy and girl
tangled in the delicate chaos of love.
But to each other,
they were everything.
Bound not just by feelings,
but by something deeper —
something ancient.
The red string of fate tied them together,
invisible yet unbreakable,
connecting heart to heart
across lifetimes.
They loved wildly.
Madly.
As if the universe had written their names beside each other
in the stars themselves.
But fate, though kind,
is not always strong enough to fight time.
Time — cruel, quiet, unstoppable —
had different plans.
It came like a tide,
pulling them away from one another
inch by inch.
Not with violence,
but with life:
choices, roads not taken,
people, places, years lost in the blur of becoming.
They grew up in different cities,
woke up beside strangers,
built lives that never intersected again.
And yet —
even as they aged,
as their hair turned silver
and their hands forgot the feel of each other's skin —
the red string still tugged softly between them.
Always just out of reach.
They died apart.
Not knowing that once,
long ago,
they were meant for forever.
Lovers bound by fate.
But discarded by time.