Strings

Strings. There were strings everywhere. Strings that connect person to person. Friend to friend. Never getting tangled. Always there, always everywhere that only I could see. I looked at all the different strings in the sky. The yellows, the reds, the pinks. The threads, the strings, the ropes.

I was focusing on a specific yellow string in the sky. The string was surrounded in the color of pain and misery, the color black. Suddenly, the yellow string I was looking at, snapped. I pursued the string back to two women yelling at each other. I immediately reached out and grabbed the two fading strings. My hands struck together with such force that the two strings became one once again. The two women started to apologize profusely. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, the two friends were back together. As I was staring at the two friends, I heard laughter. A group of friends, all connected with yellow ropes, walked past me, all as happy as can be.

Down the street, a yellow roped pair turned into a red stringed couple. I saw them kissing, and looking at each other with admiration. Like they were the only two in the world. Another red roped couple were walking with their hands locked together, smiling sweetly at each other.

Suddenly, two people walking past me, collided. Looking up they saw each other with raw emotion. A bright glow emitted from both of their bodies. The glow created the most powerful string. The pink string, True Love. I heard gasps behind me. I turned around seeing a man kneeling on the ground, a box in his hands containing a ring. He lovingly stared at a woman that was connected to him with a pink string. She nodded happily and he got up and swung her around in a hug.

I looked at all the different combinations: Friendship, Relationship, True Love. All the different ways people are connected. Smiling sadly, I looked down where my strings should be, not seeing any.

A bell sounded, I turned back to see the building of colored webs. I walked into the school. It was filled with yellow, red, and even a few pink strings. Varying in sizes, twisting and turning. Amazed, I looked around at the red roped teens, kissing. There was a group of yellow threads gossiping in the corner. Two pink strings looked at each other and blushed as they walked past one another.

I was admiring the different view, the building I have never been in before. Seeing all the different combinations in here than in the outside world, I didn't notice when someone bumped into me. Making me fall to the ground.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” A girl asked, helping me up. “Hi, my name is Alice. What’s yours?” She had long brown hair meant for a goddess, and blue eyes that reminded me of pools of water.

I opened my mouth to answer, when I felt a tug coming from my stomach as if something pulled me to Alice. I slowly looked down, seeing a yellow string come out of me and attach to her. A lonely string, the only string I had.

I smiled softly, already knowing everything would be better here.