❝cause you know truth hurts,

but secrets kill.❞

Strings, she's seen them for as long as she could ever remember. Soft tales whispered in her ear by her mother, chanting romantic stories that rivalled adventures of those in fantasy novels. Two people binded together through red scarlet threads woven by the gods. Her father had informed her that while the red string might get tangled, contracted, or stretched, but it can never break.  

Little did they know, Kang Seulgi was already able to witness the threads that clung to everyone's fingers from the second her eyes had opened up to the world in all it's imperfections. The irony was, her parent's threads did not connect them to each other, but rather were severed and broken, dragging along the heels of their feet as they walked along, continuing with their daily lives.

The red strings of fate. The threads that tied you to the one you were destined to be with, but what if something happened? What if's are everywhere in this overwhelming world. Nothing's for certain. . . yet she's certainly a human with faults. 

Kang Seulgi has never been one to love carefully, rather, she pours her whole existence into it. Between witnessing failures and experiencing second-hand heart breaks happen to people all around her, it has been difficult to comprehend the exact worth of it. She's decided not to put her support in love, it was the people that deserved it. 

She sees the cracking of someone's heartstrings and light as they enter the dark world of nothingness. It's too much for one to understand the point of it all. Why does someone hurt when they could have never fell in the first place? But she knows that falling in love is inevitable.  

The streams of light pouring in from the windows shoot past the cracks in between her fingers, as her eyes squinted underneath the shadows she has created with her own skin. She has incessantly wondered if anyone saw what she's held dear to her soul for all these years. The people whom fill her life, but can never comprehend what she endures on a daily basis.

Pouring heartbreak, sadness, emptiness upon blank canvas, piercing them in a harsh shades of smoke grey and raven-black. She lights a matc