Chapter One: I Hate my Job

So here I was, for the millionth time, intervening in a poor girls struggle to succeed in literally anything in life, and gifting her a soulmate.
I already had someone picked out, as I do for all souls I see struggling day to day, now I just had to decide how I would unite the two...
That night, when Camille sat down to write her struggles down on a piece of paper, fold it up, and let it sail through her window, I had a destination in mind...

What would happen if all your deepest thoughts, the things you told no one, things you treasured in your heart, ended up flying through someone else's window every night?