Canorous | BTS ff (Alternate Universe) [Sequel]

Facinorous

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Have you heard about the red string of fate?

They say the fate of our lives is entangled with the ones who are meant to become our other half, to the ones who are out there, somewhere. Gazing at the night sky, heart alive, soul calling out to the horizon, yearning for their soulmate.

The red string of fate, an invisible thread of universe. It leads us to our other half, slowly yet surely. That beautiful silken strand, tied around our ankles. Each movement, each step- manipulated by the game of fate. We might not realise it now or in future, but the thread keeps pulling us, it keeps beckoning our soul.

We trip,we fall.
We walk, we run.
We stumble, we stall.

Like the gentle caress of the midnight breeze, like the lure of a lullaby, like the last glow of a sinking sun, like the beckoning of a curse.

The string of fate cocoons us. It brings us to safety, but at the same time leaves us vulnerable.
The call of our soul, sates the hunger of our heart-yet at the end...everything falls apart.

We feel complete, but are we truly?

Some believe in the folklore, some don't. Some remain patient for the fantasy to come true, while some question its sanity.

That twisted feeling in our gut, wisp of a small voice, a mallow reminder to not give up.

That longing in our heart, unavoidable.

That small voice of concern, one that pushes us forward, one that warns us; keeps us from harm. The flimsy tremor of the starless night, ebony canvas of clouds and moon, the whirling swoosh of wind-we leap forward. Eyes batting shut to inhale the sweet fragrance of the twilight sky. And we smile. Heart anew, a rush of strangely welcomed adrenaline, soul at peace.

We are all tied by the string of fate.
Hundreds, thousands, millions and billions.

We live in a web, lives entangled with each other, fates entwined in a jumbled mess. The strand of our life ever so expanding, it tugs us forward. Until our soul meets its mate, until our breaths mingle with each other, until our heart beats in synchronisation, until we breathe in the air together.

From our birth, from the moment we take our first breath, when our heart beats in a world of woven fantasy. We grow and become mature with the passage of time and the strand of our a soul relinquishes to cease any further, from the ground of nothing, it pulls us to the garden of its magic.

And we walk further. We explore. We find. We keep and sometimes we even get lost.
Lost forever.

From our first breath, till our last. The string of fate tugs us forward. It pulls us into the unknown, a world beyond the science of life.

We find our other half, maybe in our lifetime or beyond the barriers of death, but we do find them.

And we share each moment together, make memories, snippets of our life, crinkles of our laughter.