Her Goals: Fantasy

The counting off of her daily goals was what got him through that dark time. He watched her, watched her succeed and build and grow, and he realized that what she was able to do, what she was able to accomplish because of his help, willing or not, knowing or not, was more important than anything he had done before. It was certainly more important and better than the murdering of that prostitute, which was the reason he'd been locked away inside the charm. He did help. He even helped more than the charm insisted that he had to, once he saw the way that she used the slightest boost to accomplish great things. It made his heart swell with pride to see how much she was able to accomplish. And so his ethereal heart grew chilled to the bone when he saw the young man that--

Inspiration: Checking off things on my daily goals spreadsheet.
Story Potential: High? Sort of?
Notes: Kinda like the setup. Could be played as a romance if I give a "good" motive to the murder, but that would take away a lot of the kick. His nastiness being subdued by a desperate sublimation is a stronger notion.