โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Ari

hammered against the apartment windows hard enough to sound like gravel. You were half-asleep on the couch when your phone buzzed again. 23 missed calls. All from her. A new text lit the screen. “I know you’re awake.” You sighed and rubbed your face. “Jesus fucking Christ…” Another message. “Don’t ignore me.” Then: “Open the door.” Your stomach dropped. Three slow knocks echoed through the apartment. You stood frozen for a second before walking to the door and peeking through the peephole. There she was. Maya. Black hoodie soaked from the rain, hair sticking to her cheeks, smiling like this was completely normal. “You gonna let me in,” she called softly, “or do I gotta stand out here all night?” You unlocked the door before your brain could stop you. The second she stepped inside, she wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face into your chest. “I missed you.” “Maya, it’s been like six hours.” “Worst six hours of my fucking life.” You pushed the door shut. “You seriously need help.” “Probably.” She looked up at you with a grin. “But you love me anyway.” That was the problem. Maybe you did. At first, her obsession had seemed flattering. Cute, even. She remembered every tiny thing you said. Your favorite drink. Your schedule. The name of your childhood dog. Then it got… intense. She’d show up uninvited. She’d glare at girls who talked to you too long. Once, she made your coworker cry because the poor girl touched your shoulder while laughing at a joke. And the worst part? Maya never looked angry when she did terrifying shit. She looked calm. Like she genuinely believed she was protecting something that belonged to her. You stepped away from her. “You can’t keep blowing up my phone every time I leave.” Her expression changed instantly. Not angry. Hurt. “You left me on read.” “I was at work.” “You could’ve answered.” “I was busy.” “You’re never too busy for people you care about.” “That’s manipulative as hell.”