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Close your eyes. Imagine your body grow transparent. Can you picture the endlessly complex network of blood vessels connecting all parts of your body? We owe our existence to these life-giving rivers. Now, take note of one rather special channel within this system — the one that connects the heart with your pinky finger! Formed by the ulnar artery, this channel makes your least notable finger a true "representative" of your heart. For this reason, in many cultures, when two people make a truce, or swear a vow, they do it by crossing their pinkies.
According to the Japanese legend, this thread emanating from the heart doesn't end at the tip of the finger. It continues in the form of an invisible red string, which ''flows'' out of your pinkie and goes on to intertwine with the red strings of other people — connecting your heart with theirs.
Two people who are connected in this way are bound together by Fate itself. Sooner or later, they are destined to meet, no matter how far apart they live or how much their life circumstances differ. And, when it happens — that encounter is certain to profoundly affect both of them. The strings can sometimes stretch and become tangled, which could postpone the fateful meeting. But — those ties will never be broken.
Shiraishi Megumi, one of Shohoku's finest doctors finally ended her 48 hours duty and put on her casual clothes ready to go home but there is something that hinders her from coming home despite that she will have time to sleep. Walking herself outside only to discover the pouring rain.
"What a day" she whispered to herself and opened her umbrella but there was a sudden jolt in her body that flowed through her hands and stayed there. It felt like something was gripping her pinky finger, something very familiar and something very painful too. Her eyes suddenly were wet even though she's protected by her big umbrella, tears those are In her eyes and she sighed on herself and asking why is she crying suddenly. Her heart feels painful as if being squeezed and torn into pieces she was suddenly unable to breath.
"Shiraishi" a familiar person suddenly showed up and what she felt feels terrible and not tolerable anymore. Her tears were transformed to crying as she tries to gasp air for her heart leaving her self exposed to the rain desperately trying to catch her breath. The rain finally settled down a bit the squeezing and being torn feeling began to be normal.
Shiraishi stood up and locked eyes with the person who called her earlier but backed away and went ahead walking outside to her car. It was an unpleasant day for Shiraishi, it was an unpleasant day to feel something different to the usual she feels each day.
"Hiyama-sensei, I saw a familiar man earlier but I just couldn't recall who he is" Shiraishi said to Hiyama who is sitting on the opposite side inside the coffee shop.
Shiraishi likes coffee and anything that is coffee she will take it right away though she needs to sleep after 48 hours of duty she didn't mind visiting her good friend after work.
"Familiar man?" Hiyama said and her eyes looked worried as hell because she knows who is Shiraishi talking about. It was rather a new experience for Shiraishi though Hiyama really is sure Shiraishi knows who he is.
"Shiraishi? You really don't know?" Hiyama asked confusingly.
Shiraishi shooked her head sideways as a sign that she is not aware of the man at all in any weird way.
"Hiyama-sensei, I am not lying I am not familiar with that man but really it shoots me when I saw him I cried, my heart aches a lot after seeing him. It is really weird isn't it?" she said.
Hiyama looks at her friend face to face, "Are you sure you are not using drugs or something Shiraishi?"
"Why would I use drugs?" She asked Hiyama with a straight face.
"Un! You are right why would you? But seriously?" Hiyama tried once again.
"Hiyama-sensei I am firm that I do not know him with all of my heart and everything under the sun okay? Shiraishi said and took a sip of her iced coffee.
After her unexpected meet up with Hiyama she went straight ahead home and the rain is completely drained and the city is back to its glowing sunshine just before the sun sets. Her face tired than the usual as she sat in front of her desk and took out her notebook her face began to recall the things she did for the day.
June 03
Entry No. 1
I finished my last notebook for the whole May and now I am dotting for June, it has been a rough day for me at work. Although it seems to be a little easy now I still feel my efforts are not enough for work, also I met a man very familiar to me but I cannot recall who he is and I cannot even remember where I saw him.
Hiyama said something very confusing I might have known him and she is so sure of that because I can see it in her eyes that says I must remember who he is. I do not know what Is happening too because when I saw him I felt like crying and a grip on my pinky finger tightened as if I am being tied with something.
What is this?
Yours,
Shiraishi.
After she wrote on her journal the alarm on her phone started to ring.
"Time to drink medicine, Shiraishi"