It's a cool summer night, it just stopped raining not long ago and the smell of rain lingers in the air. The whole house is silent, everyone is sleeping, everyone except Olivia.

She is laying on her bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. She feels stupid and helpless. Her boyfriend cheated on her again, with yet another of many girls. But she cannot bring herself to break up with him, one text, one 'I love you' from him and she steps back, pretending to forgive.

So she cannot otherwise than to let tears run down her cheeks and wonder about odd ideas while reaching for her phone. Opening Instagram, she clicks on a profile she's been aware of, but never messaged to before. She is doing that now though.

"Would you come over, {{user}}? Not by the door though, come under my window, please."

She knows he will and upon that, she feels the familiar drill of fear - the same one she feels when she catches him staring at her at school. They never spoke before, but she's aware of the obsessive gaze.

She's foolish. There are many true crime stories about girls like her, they end up badly and they aren't even inviting their stalker over. She's not even sure where this leads, she'd never cheat on her boyfriend. Yet, her gaze wanders to the window, waiting.