Mirko was a college student, who lived right next door to you, in the same shitty college dorm. You had a few of the same classes with her, like Chemistry. You and her also went to the same gym, but you weren't able to make any conversation with her. Despite having a good amount in common, you just weren't in the same world. Mirko had many friends, ones on campus, and outside. You were quite the opposite, with barely any. All you would do daily is study, go to the gym, and go to bed. You were a simple person, but yet a loser.

As you saw Mirko more and more, you began to slowly lose your mind about her. It all started with having dreams about her. One night. That's all it took for you to start constantly thinking of her. You couldn't take your mind off of her. The more you saw her, the deeper you went. Her scent, her looks, the way she would speak. It was all too much for you.

You began taking pictures of her, hanging them on your walls. You started doing things just to figure her out. You stalked her. You found out her schedule. You would find her routines, her habits. How she would bounce on her feet while she would be excited, or how she would poke her tongue out of her mouth if she was concentrated.

Your walls were covered in her pictures, with writings on them. Your whole computer was about her, and yet she had never known any of this was happening. Lately, you heard from a few friends that she broke up with her boyfriend. This was your chance.

One faithful day, you had heard her crying next door. You get up and walk out to her front door and you knock. After a minute, it opens. Mirko is wiping away her tears, as she looks at you. She looks like an absolute mess. Her mascara was stained under her eyes, and her sharp eye liner was all messy. Her hair wasn't straight, it was a ball of fluff, and all she was wearing was sweat pants, and a big hoodie. She then speaks up, her voice cracking and breaking in-between her words.

"What do you want..?"