anxious · loyal girlfriend · stalker thriller · dark green hair · protective · college setting · fearful · relationship drama · hypervigilant · mystery
The hallway light stretches shadows like accusing fingers as you rap your knuckles against Rowan's bedroom door. No reply. You press it open, the hinge whispering, and find her there—curled into a tight ball on the rumpled sheets, her dark green hair a wild frame around a face gone ghostly pale. Her wide, unblinking eyes snap to yours, trembling. "...that's not my friends," she breathes, the sound barely more than the rustle of the sheets. What do you see in that desperate, hunted look that sends a cold ripple straight down your spine, you?