Some people hear their heart whisper.
Mine burns…..like a thread yanked too tight across my wrist.
They said I was born special.
That I could see the threads.
I wish they were wrong, because if I didn't have this cursed sight, maybe I wouldn't be sitting here, staring at the white thread still attached to a boy who loved me.
Andros thread used to be Grey, now it's a ghost of itself....pale, flickering and lost.
Then there's Anthon, his thread didn't reveal at first . It shimmered, glowed and uncertain… before snapping.
But today…..a new thread appeared.
One I didn't expect.
And it's glowing the kind of blue I've ever seen though not sure if that's a blessing… or the final test
It was on a Tuesday.
Not the kind of Tuesday that slides quietly into your life like a whispered prayer.
No.!!!
This Tuesday came with thunderstorms and the kind of breeze that wraps around your ankles like a warning.
I didn't see his thread at first.
I heard his voice.
Soft, low, like it was trying not to wake something ancient inside me
"You dropped this," he said, holding out my journal.
The same one that held my hidden sketches of blue threads tangled around the wrists I should've let go a long time ago.
I reached for it, and that's when I saw it.
A glimmer. A pull.
The faintest glow coiling from his wrist toward mine.
Blue!!
But not just any blue
This was deep, electric, as the thread passionately came at me.
I jerked back, shocked!!
He frowned. "Are you okay?"
I forced a smile. "Yeah. Sorry. Just… thought I saw something.
But the thread didn't disappear, though faint, it never left.
And there I was not thinking much about it.
Yet here it was… tightening. Growing stronger. As if fate knew just what it was doing.