Yours, Mine, Ours

Indrid is fifteen years old when his mother explains the history behind soulmates. Soulmates, good or bad are tied together by the red string of fate. This connects them, but the connection runs deeper than sight. You feel them. You know when they've been injured. Some people think they want one, some don’t at all, some have more than one. Indrid doesn’t believe in love aside from his mothers, too many times he was caught watching the news. Cheating, lying, betrayal, marriages that fall apart because they never loved each other in the first place, Indrid doesn’t want a soulmate. Indrid lays awake that night holding his hands up towards the ceiling, waiting for some kind of confirmation. Either that he has no choice and he will fall in love, or nothing, and a sign that he’s right and he won’t have a soulmate. The confirmation doesn’t come which still lends itself to both possibilities. He falls asleep with aching elbows and a furrowed brow.In his dream Indrid stares down at the red string that trails down to the floor, twisting and tumbling along the floor all the way out of view. Even as he follows it, it runs into the shadows growing ever longer. He wakes up just as tired as when he went to bed.