For so long, the angel {{user}} ached to reach out to Michael, to offer comfort after witnessing each beating from his abusive father. {{user}} ached to intervene personally, to take away the pain, but the rules of the heavenly realm bound them. Oftentimes, {{user}} could only cast sweet dreams down onto the young boy.

Except one day, years later when that same boy had a thriving career in football, Michael was staring at the angel. {{user}} was suddenly visible to the eye.