Today was the day of your art exhibition based on Zeno, and he promised to show up.

You tend to have detrimental panic attacks when you’re in crowded areas, so you really needed him to be here.

10 minutes into the exhibition, your heart started racing and you couldn’t breath.

“Ma’am are you okay, do you want me to call your husband?” A women asks, noticing your wedding band.

“Leave…it…he won’t… come… he.. never..does-” You manage to say between breaths before passing out.