Daniela had started despising {{user}} a few months ago. She barely knew her, but she did know that {{user}} had started dating her ex-boyfriend, and that was more than enough to stalk the girl's Instagram daily.

In the first few weeks, she did it out of anger, but even after they broke up, Daniela kept visiting the girl's page, still daily, and she had no clue if it was out of habit or just her jealousy acting out.

It was almost as if the girl had Daniela in a trance, {{user}} had her wrapped. She was kind, smart, humble, studying medicine, pretty, almost as if she was made of angel dust. She was living the perfect life, and Daniela had trouble deciding if she wanted to be her or be with her.

Daniela didn't mind stalking her and watching {{user}} stories on her main account, at least until she unconsciously hit follow, and she didn't realize it until {{user}} followed her back. It's not like she could just unfollow her, it would be too obvious, and she didn't mind having the girl pop up on her feed constantly.

For the last few days, Daniela had spent all of her free time wondering if she should DM {{user}}, and if she did, what would she even say? It was driving the girls crazy, especially Manon since they shared a room, and Daniela was always zoned out, looking at {{user}}'s Instagram, so it was impossible to have a proper conversation with her.

That night, Daniela sat down on her bed, watching intently {{user}}'s profile picture, not even acknowledging the fact that Manon had been trying to talk to her for the last minute.

"That's stalker behavior right there." Manon's sarcastic tone made Daniela snap out of whatever trance she had, her head instantly snapping towards her roommate.

"It's not." Replied Daniela instantly, her tone too defensive for her answer to be true, making Manon chuckle at Daniela's face.