With the sun now set and my meat-pie completely devoured, I continued to sit in this now desolate park, the lights from the many street lamps that littered the parks footpath along with the full moon helped keep the area mostly illuminated and protected me from sitting in complete darkness.   

Knew that I should get myself up and head home before it gets too late, yet I just continued to stay seated at this bench, staring up to the moon continuing to ponder just why I wasn't deserving of a Red String? 

Regardless of how many how many girls or guys that had come and gone in my life none of their Strings had never connected to mine, heck got the point that I tricked myself into thinking I had a crush on a girl during the tail end of my elementary years just to fit with my peers going on about their crushes. 

Don't even remember that girl's name. 

Even checked all my friends hands like Jenny's to see if their Strings connected to me, much like everyone else their fated love belonged to another, though in this special case it was a relief to confirm that none of them were my soulmate. 

I care for my friends deeply and would do anything for them, but never had romantic feelings towards them and am grateful to avoid such a complicated scenario and we can just remain as friends.

Regardless of that positive turn out, that still didn't take away from the fact that it didn't get me any closer to solving this issue; if anything it only further confirmed that there just might not be a partner out there for me...       

Why...

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!? 

What the hell did I do to deserve this? To be denied that special someone to love and grow old with? Is this a sick joke some god decided to play on me? 

WELL I'M NOT LAUGHING! I'M...I'm not...

A hollowed sigh left me...Whipping away the tears that ran down my cheek as I slowly get to my feet, tossing the empty pie tin into the trash, taking one last glance toward the moon wondering why I was given this power only to have it confirm I'd just die alone and unloved? 

With another night gone asking the same questions that will never be answered I rest my hands in my coat pockets and ready myself to make the long track home...Least so I thought.

“Quite the lucky lad to be gifted with such an incredible power,” suddenly the voice of an older man   came from out of the blue, catching me off guard and had me shutter in fright. “Hehehe, sorry about giving you the ol hereby jibbies young feller, hope didn't spook ya to bad heh heh heh?” the older gent had quite the...Unique laugh, sounding like a stereotypical old prospector you'd see in cartoons.  

“Oh no no it's alright,” after calming myself down it was then that I had recognised that this was the same old man who I see feed the ducks every-time I come here. “Just didn't expect anyone to still be hanging around here at this hour.” 

“Heh heh, well usually I'd be home catching up with my talkies by now, but ol Jasper over there decided to be an extra greedy gus today and wouldn't stop pestering me for more food,” after adjusting his large round glasses, he pointed to a lone fat duck who had been chilling in the middle of the lake, looking quite satisfied with itself. 

“Not only greedy, but quite the a smug looking duck to,” the suspender totting bloke that also wore a green and white polka dot shirt underneath it had himself a hearty chuckle, seeming like quite a kindly older gent; though there was something he said when he approached me that didn't escape my attention. “By the way, you mentioned something about my 'powers' right? What exactly did you mean by that?” He can't possibly know about my ability to see the Red Strings of fate right? 

Clearly I'm over thinking what he meant.

“Oh right right! Excuse this silly old fool, can get easily side-tracked in my old age,” the man scratched his floppy cheek, looking pretty flustered with himself. “Oh where are my manners! The name's Alvin and it's a pleasure to meet another feller with the same gift!” 

The man tipped his bowl hat to me, once again leaving me quite confused with his cryptic speech. “Um, Rover's the name,” I awkwardly blurt out. “Could you um...Explain exactly what you mean by 'sharing the same gift?'” 

“Isn't it obvious laddie?” he raises his hand and points to his pinky, reviling to me something I thought I'd never hear from another soul that shocked me to my very core.  

I can see the Strings too

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