“Do you think we have met before?”

He was glad because every time he looked at him in eyes he found life. He found a string that would bind him to keep walking in this uncertain world. A string that tied them up, a string which couldn’t be cut even though they desperately wanted to end up this pointless destiny. He didn’t mind to be strangled by the red string, when the knot came to be tangled and pierced his skin, he didn’t mind to be hurt.