Luna

I haven't heard from you since you left my room.

If I did anything to make you uncomfortable, I really want to talk about it.

I'm really sorry.

Are you okay?

He just kept rephrasing that and blowing up my phone.

He had called me, I think, seven or eight times within the next 48 hours.

When I didn't respond to him, he reached out to my roommate, I think it was the next morning, and said, hey, have you talked to me?

My roommate said no.

And he was like, okay, well, I just feel like maybe she's mad at me.

Has she said anything to you?

I told my roommate, please don't tell him that I told you.

I just don't want anybody to know about it.

So she agreed and said, no, she hasn't told me anything.

And he goes, if she tells you anything, please tell me, which I thought was super weird because I felt like he was trying to cover his own butt.

I encouraged everybody that I knew not to talk to him about me, not to answer any questions.

And every time that he would text me, I felt worse and worse and worse because it just kept reminding me that it was real.

Yeah, he was literally just a staircase under me.

He could just come up there.

I just knew he was so easily around.

I just was trying to de-escalate by being really boring and unappealing and unresponsive.