Strings of Fate

2- Shifters and Scribbles

Trying to distract myself from the mysterious blue thread, I work harder than I ever have in my life. Sadly, my tips don’t show it. The customers who come here really do tend to be rather snobby. I am watching the clock as 1 work.

About an hour has passed when I finally allow myself to glance at my blue thread again. I gasp as I realise that the person it is connected to is in the restaurant right now. It leads to a woman sitting at table thirteen.

She looks to be in her early twenties like me and has pitch black hair with a slight wave to it cascading down her back. It is only a couple inches shorter than mine. Her skin is tan and. even from over here I can see she is absolutely stunning.

Trying to keep my nervousness from my face, I approach the table to take her order. As I come close, she looks up and meets my eyes and Lam surprised to see they are a golden. yellow colour. I glance down at her arm. She is wearing a gorgeous black dress that is probably worth more than I make in an entire month.

Thankfully, it is a halter neck which leaves her arms totally clear so I can see her mark. Her marks are black and the design wrapping around her arm is striking, I notice there are slashes through it that look like they might be meant to look like claw marks. Combining that with her golden eyes, it is pretty clear that she is a Shifter.

This concerns me a little, as Shifters don’t tend to befriend people who aren’t also Shifters. In fact, even amongst themselves, Shifters are picky about who they associate with.

You would rarely see a feline Shifter befriending a canine, rodent or reptile Shifter for example. I start to feel disheartened when I remind myself of the blue thread which is already solidifying and becoming more stable after this slight interaction.

Our friendship is already certain. I need to have faith in that.

I am about to ask for her order when a not–very–subtle cough from the man seated across

from her draws my attention. I had been so caught up in the Shifter woman, my friend–to–be, that I hadn’t even noticed she was with someone.

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was somewhere between blonde and bronze and, like the woman, has yellowish eyes, although his tip

orders and flee to deliver their slip to the kitchen. I fetch the bottle of wine the man requested and as I bring it

me. The man also has a thread. It is solid and red and leads out towards the door and out of sight. He has already met his soul mate. I guess that the

which is even more difficult than usual as I am completely distracted watching table thirteen out of the corner of my eye. It is terribly

I am about to take their orders for

shifts out of his seat and onto his knee

What on Earth

man pulls a ring out of his pocket. My eyes widen, the woman gasps and pulls a hand up to cover her mouth. I am so caught up im her reactions that I don’t even hear the

as she accepts. There are tears running down her face as she leans forward to kiss the man and he places the ring on her finger. A round of applause goes around the restaurant as everyone begins to congratulate the happy couple. Under Anthony’s orders,

he has another soul mate. He has already met his soul mate, so

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threads are fates, so they don’t need my assistance. But if this woman really is fated to be my close friend,

Before I get the chance to talk myself out of it, I scribble a note to her on a scrap of paper I find behind the

note. You should know that the man who just proposed to you is not the right man for you and while it may be unpleasant to hear, I thought I should tell you now in an attempt to spare you more pain in the future. One day I hope to explain myself properly but for now this is

I am truly sorry.

unsure if I should sign the note. I have no idea how this woman is going to react. I know

brave enough to write my name and sign the note properly, but I can’t bring myself to make the note entirely anonymous either.

won’t alert the man. I decide to try and slip it into her bag which is sitting by

to pick it up and quickly slip my note in the woman’s bag before I get to my feet, apologise and place the folder

Besides. once we marry, what’s mine

finding the note until she gets home. I release the breath

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