I looked across the room, and there he was.

Her stalker.

They had dated, for a couple weeks, a few months ago.

Ever since, he wouldn’t leave her alone.

My heartbeat quickened. I had a sudden urge to kick him in his balls. Give him what he deserves.

Two months pass.

I get a DM on my instagram from her stalker. I shudder, and open it hesitantly. He had replied to one of my stories, and he seemed really sweet.

I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and get to know his side of the story.

Shortly thereafter, i’ve seen proof from him. She was harassing the guy, and had bipolar disorder.

He was heartbroken.

And, he was only in that room that day because he was there for someone else, not her.

Two more months pass. He now has a restraining order against her.

And he turns out to be pretty sweet.