I Can See the Crimson Threads of Your Betrayal
Language: en
The first time I saw the red string was the morning after Austin and I finally crossed that line. I woke up, the sunlight filtering through the curtains of my bedroom, and there it was: a shimmering, translucent crimson cord sprouting from the crown of my head, tethering me directly to him. It pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light, like a heartbeat. But as my eyes traced the line to where he lay sleeping, my breath hitched. Austin didn’t have just one string. A second cord, deeper and more visceral in color, snaked out from his chest, stretching through the bedroom wall toward the apartment…