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.

One day, you were headed towards the library in your town, your purse with books to return in tow. Suddenly, the string on your pinky gave a tug, catching your attention. It connected you to a woman across the street..

Your soulmate.