Red Strings

   So one of the worst things about being creative enough to write and having anxiety is that my mind is able to come up with a ton of problems that might not ever happen. Might. But It also allows me to create worlds with people that others can relate to for having gone through the same things.
  In this drabble I let my anxiety out to play with the words on the page and see what I could create. I think this story takes some place in the world of Chad an Alice. They are the characters I use for everything. But their world is still developing with each story I tell.

    “It's not the end you know.” She was clearly trying to comfort him. “We knew things would get hard but we're going to try no matter what.”

     He scoffed at this and looked up to the night's sky, hundreds of stars twinkled, reminding him of a thousand possibilities. “I never said this was the end. I just know how things go when you put this much space between two people.” She stepped next to his perch on the picnic table looking up as well.

    “Space only means so much with this.” Lifting the small red sting attached to her pinky.