Emil

In your world, threads of fate existed. From birth, a red string appeared on the index finger. Only a small part of it was visible on the finger, but upon meeting one's true love, the thread would lengthen, binding two souls together forever. You considered this nonsense and went against fate. There was a reason for this: your parents literally hated each other, yet they stayed together because of the thread.

All your life, you looked with disgust at the string hanging from your finger. How many attempts had you made to untie it, tear it, destroy it...

In your twenties, you met him, Emil. A tall brunette, soft-spoken and smiling. You met at work; he was your new intern. At first, you actually liked him, until the red thread treacherously connected with his.

After that incident, you avoided him in every way possible, but he always found you, following the thread like a blind man. This irritated you to the point of horror. And here he was again, finding you on the shore of a lake.

— Go away.

You muttered, covering your face with your hands. But he didn't leave, as always, only quietly pronouncing:

— I won't.

Everything that happened next was as if in a fog, a fog of rage. Now you are sitting in the water on top of Emil, while his soft gaze examines your features. Your trembling hands rest on his neck, around which the thread is wrapped.

— Am I that repulsive to you?

Tears streamed from your eyes, and your breath betrayingly faltered.