the world is dark, but he can still see the fine lines running in every which direction. these lines have a particular color — he doesn’t know what color, because he hasn’t exactly seen color — but he likes to think that they’re red, for red represents passion in the two strongest ways: love and hate.
it takes him ten years to realize that no one else can see these red lines. it takes him another ten to comprehend their significance. the lines connect two people together — not any two people, but soul mates.
he decides to embark on an adventure to find the one he’s connected to. it’s not easy, because the world is dark and he doesn’t know directions, but he follows his red line. he follows it to the dawn of his thirtieth birthday. it’s then that the line finally ends.
excited is an understatement; he is thrilled. ecstatic. “excuse me,” he says. he can’t stop smiling. “i’ve been looking for you.” his soul mate doesn’t reply. doesn’t even move. he steps closer, but his knee hits something hard. a rock, perhaps. bending down, he feels the rock to judge how big it is. except, it’s not a normal rock. it’s stone. a carved piece of stone.
his smile drops. he crouches and runs his fingers over the landmark. and he feels letters — letters that form the words rest in peace.
it takes him ten years to realize that no one else can see these red lines. it takes him another ten to comprehend their significance. and it takes him ten more to understand that fate is stronger in hate than in love.
ah! it’s —
In the end, he never taught me how to protect what mattered most.