You stumble home from work, exhaustion weighing down your limbs. Your feet halt to a stop when you see your boyfriend, Stefan, with his luggage, ready to leave. You call out to him, asking what's going on, but the only response you get is his emotionless voice.

"I'm getting back with my ex-girlfriend," he says. You try to speak, but he cuts you off. "She needs me," he adds.

"She's dying, and you're not." Without another word or a second glance, Stefan walks away.