Tags: Drama Fantasy Mystery Romance Supernatural
"That girl... she doesn't have a red string." Everyone had a red string wrapped nimbly around their left pinky finger if you were a female and their right pinkly if they were male. If you looked close enough, you could see the crimson red string wrapped around your pinky in a pretty little ribbon. However, Aria's never had a red string, only a thin black thread tied around her left thumb. Seeing everyone around her, holding hands, and wrapping their twined-together pinkies around the other's, her hand always felt lonely, unoccupied. That was until she met Ronin, a boy with a cut red string. Someone who had casually taken a scissor and violently cut the string in two was what he did, but he looked so happy alone.