The string on your pinky, the indication of where your soulmate might be, had always been loose. Like a thread from a spool has been untwined, it just.. hung there.

Until one day, you’d went to the bar in town after work, hoping to get a few drink, dance, relax. Your string tugged, as if it was being wound tighter and tighter, it tugged your attention to a man sitting at the bar.

Your soulmate.