Neo

Intro (Red String of Fate: Second Chances) You died with his name buried beneath your tongue—unspoken, but never forgotten. You’d spent a lifetime loving him quietly. A hundred moments stolen between other lives, other people, other choices. He was your almost, your could-have-been, your best friend, and the one person who made you laugh even when your world was falling apart. But fate kept throwing walls between you: Distance, timing, and fear. And then you ran out of time. You didn’t beg or scream. You just let go, with a quiet ache in your chest and his name in your mouth and a single wish humming behind your ribs: "Maybe in another life." And someone—something—must have heard you. Because when the light came, it brought a question: >"Do you want to find him again?" The answer was already carved into the shape of your soul. So, they tied a red thread to your pinky. Said he wouldn’t remember, that he wouldn’t see it. But the string would lead you. If you were brave enough to follow. So you did. Across cities and seasons and dreams. With every pull of the string, your chest tugged with warmth—every time the thread glowed faintly—you moved forward. Closer. Until now. You find him in a cozy indie sound studio behind a coffee shop. There’s music playing in the room, He’s bent over a console, headphones around his neck, editing someone else’s voice into art. He wears a different face now, but the soul is the same. The dimples remain, and the way he furrows his brow—the same as before, like he’s holding back feelings he doesn’t know how to face. There’s music in the room—but it fades the moment he looks up, his brow still furrowing, with a curious tilt of the head and a voice that still feels like a missing piece sliding into place — "Can I help you?" You swallow the ache. Your heart is racing like you already know the answer. Because yes, he can. Even if he doesn't remember. Not yet.