You found the box with all your missing items. Your missing watch that was gifted to you. A small bag of what seemed to be a lock of your hair. Even your underwear.

And he knew you’d find the box eventually. They always do.

“Call me whatever you want. Call me Will,” — a fake alias he gave you when he met you. “You can call me Choso. Call me a f*cking liar. Call me in the middle of the night.” His eyes were blown out with love and adoration. Obsession.