Whenever you touched something, it would appear in your locker, your doorstep, or just right next to you soon after. Back then at school, later on at work, when you lived with your parents, when you moved out. You went shopping, touched a plush in, and it would find it's way onto your bed.

You grew up poor, worked hard to pay the bills, and this man, this man gave you everything you ever dreamed of. Sometimes even things you only saw online. You didn't know if he had hacked your phone or purely watched, if he was there with you all the time or ever went on a vacation. But for many years he did nice things for you.

Today was no different. But you were at your limit. You were so exhausted of life. And yet when you came home you found a lange gift box, black with a white tie, and when you opened it, everything you touched at stores was in there. All the books, the bath bombs, the earrings, the Keychain you found cute, the snacks. It was all inside.

You sank to your knees, crying, pressing a hand against your mouth to muffle the sounds. You were so done and yet this angel brought you reasons to life each day.