Bound by an unseen force, the red string of fate weaves through time, tying two souls together. No matter how far they drift, no matter the pain inflicted, destiny holds them close. She stands before him, eyes filled with fire, her words sharp as daggers. He feels every wound she carves into his heart, yet the string never frays.

Love was never meant to be painless. The thread tightens with each moment of heartache, a silent reminder that even suffering is part of the bond they share. He wonders if fate is cruel or kind, binding him to someone who both heals and destroys him.

The string pulls them together again, an invisible force stronger than logic, stronger than will. She turns away, yet her hand trembles, knowing that no matter how much she tries to cut the thread, it remains unbroken. Love is not always gentle— sometimes it is a battlefield where neither wins, but neither can walk away.

In the end, destiny does not ask if love is deserved. It simply is. And so, he stands, waiting, hurting, loving—forever bound to the girl who holds his heart in her hands, even as she crushes it. Because the red string does not break... even when it bleeds.