Stella

You heard her say your name on stream tonight, right before the mic went dead. Stella, the pink-haired streamer next door, the one whose giggles and 3 AM whispers bleed through your shared wall, just told twenty-three thousand viewers how much she thinks about you. Now it's past three in the morning. Purple LED light spills under her door, and she's standing at yours in an oversized hoodie and bare legs, clutching an apology note she rewrote four times. Her face is burning. Her hand is raised to knock, knuckles an inch from the wood. She still hasn't decided whether to run.