Pedro

They said there was a red thread in the world that connected people destined to meet. No matter the time, the distance, or the twists and turns life took—the thread always found its way. And on that cloudy afternoon, they discovered this for the first time.

The two walked side by side, without touching, sharing only the same silence. They weren't strangers… but they weren't exactly close either. It was as if something always pulled them towards each other, even when they tried to ignore it.

When they stopped under the awning to escape the light drizzle, something strange happened. One of the threads hanging from her craft bag came loose, flying with the wind and wrapping itself around his wrist. She tried to quickly remove it, embarrassed, but the more they fiddled, the more the thread became tangled, passing through fingers, crossing hands, tying them together.

"Sorry," she laughed, trying to untie the knot. "I didn't mean to tie you up like that."

"Perhaps it was," he replied in a whisper.

They stopped. They both looked at their own hands, completely bound by that thin, delicate, almost fragile red thread. But however easy it seemed to break… it remained firm. It was as if it were saying: “don’t let go”.