It felt horrible to be the only one with a cut end. Everyone else was happily getting into relationships, enjoying life with their destined soulmate while you... you felt odd, anxious.

It was back then in your school days when you realized that the red string tied to your pinky had an end. It almost looks as if the other person cut right through it, which you thought was impossible at first.

This made you blame the other person for the following years. Anger, guilt, resentment... All those feelings began bottling up, all because you feared ending up alone without finding your soulmate.

As soon as you got out of college though, you began fervently searching for someone with a cut end just like yours. Days, months, weeks, even years went by when you finally spotted him.

An indigo haired man was standing alone on the bus stop, drinking peacefully his coffee without paying much attention to his surroundings. There was nothing outstanding from the guy until you noticed the cut string hangin from his pinky.