Kinda happened for me and I'm the girl in the situation! I had a guy who was creepily obsessed with me and would threaten to hurt himself all the time if he didn't get his way. He even showed up at my house uninvited once and he always kept insisting we were dating. I kept telling him we were just friends at best, that's it, but he'd freak out, insist we were lovers, and have a panic attack. Eventually he'd forget all about it and just pretend I never said anything.

I didn't call the cops because I'm honestly afraid of the police more than him at this point. (The police in this town are as stupid as they are accusatory sadly)

It has a weirdly happy ending. Eventually I just lost all patience and gave him the number for a therapist. He actually went, he realized I was afraid of him.

My plan was to finally "Break up with him" for REAL this time after a therapist set him straight.

He broke down in tears realizing that he was never really my boyfriend, at first he called me heartless saying that it wasn't fair that from his perspective I had punished him for seeking out therapy I told him to get.

After he calmed down we hung out for a bit, but.. then we actually stared dating because it turned out that with his meds keeping him stable he's actually a wonderful person that I get along well with and I actually DO love him. My family has even pretty much accepted him as part of the fold with my mother saying that it's like she's gained a son all of a sudden.

We just spent Halloween together and watched Fritz The Cat while high on shrooms and eating candy, being super lovey dovey with each other and talking about the 70's...

Life is strange.

I doubt it happens like this for most people.

It was the boombox outside her window that got her, wasn't it? /s