I Snapped Our Fated Strings

Summary

Ever since I was a little girl, I could see the threads of connection stretching between people.

When I first walked into my elementary school classroom, the thread binding me to my desk mate was a vibrant, brilliant red. By graduation day, it had faded to a lifeless, dusty gray, snapping silently into nothingness.

I wasn't sad. I knew that the three threads anchoring me to my father, mother, and my older brother, Chris, were always fiercely hot, thick, and crimson. They were my armor, the sole reason I felt safe enough to be reckless, to throw tantrums, and to demand the world.