my muse is red; he's terrible but beautiful

They say the Red Thread of Fate ties you to the one you're meant to love for the rest of your life. Chosen for you by higher beings, a predetermined destiny decided by the heavens. In that case, would it be so blasphemous to weave your own red thread, and choose the one for you yourself? After all...

What do the cruel, unfeeling gods know about human emotions?

(They met when she needed a reason to keep going, and he needed a way out.

Maybe it really was meant to be.)