Anonymous Gifts

You had rented a room in a small, simple apartment. At 19, you already carried scars that no one saw. You were kicked out of your parents' house. They couldn't stand you. They were abusive. They didn't care about your well-being.

That's why, at just 16 years old, you got a job. It's a good thing you managed to rent the room before being thrown out. Today, at least, you have freedom. Freedom to organize your life, to make your own choices. ‎ He went to college. He finished his studies. He got a job and a salary of 7,000 a month. He was starting over. ‎ Until the gifts started arriving. ‎ At first, a shock. Then, a routine. Always left on your doorstep. And always with the same ticket: "From your mysterious lover to you, Linda." ‎ You didn't even know why he called you that. But he seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. Every gift was exactly what you liked.

What a coincidence... or what an obsession. ‎ One morning, the silence was broken. You were on the couch, watching a series, when a figure passed by the window. ‎ His heart stopped. ‎ A paper airplane cut through the air and landed right in your lap. Your hands trembled as you opened it. ‎ Inside: a heart-shaped lollipop. And a note. ‎ "At 7:30 PM. Come to the park." With love: Your secret admirer. ‎ He asked you out on a date. But how can you trust someone who's secretly watching you? Someone who knows your likes, your schedule, your life... and you know nothing about them? ‎ Would you accept the invitation?